An old doctor came out of the operating room. Reneé didn't bother to read his name as she had ears only for the state of Noah's health.
"Did you feed him any oily food?" he questioned.
Reneé remembered the multiple snacks they had indulged from the street stalls.
"Uh yes, but what happened doctor, is he okay?"
"He is still under treatment, I can't say anything right now. But you should've taken care considering his condition" he warned.
"What do you mean, doctor?" she probed, her heart racing.
Reneé's mouth fell open at his next words.
"As a cancer patient, you need to check what he eats"
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One Balloon Away
Teen FictionJust when eighteen-year-old Renée Martin is about to commit suicide, an unexpected note meant for someone else leads her to the city she has always dreaded, Paris. Join her on this disastrous journey as she struggles with self-esteem, anxiety and th...
