There was a time when my life unfolded on the road — endless, looping routes between houses, hospitals, pharmacies, and back again.
I ran through rain, through panic, through the kind of silence that feels like a countdown.
Every trip carried the same desperate question: Will I arrive in time?
Those roads became the undercurrent of the book — the geography of fear, breath, hope, and the stubborn refusal to give up on a life that was slipping away.
During those months, I brushed against death more times than I can count.
Not metaphorically — viscerally.
There were moments when the air thickened, when the room changed temperature, when I felt a presence crossing a threshold I could not see.
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