An entitled woman claimed the lounge chairs my 8-year-old daughter and I had reserved—and tossed our towels in the trash… but just 20 minutes later, she turned pale when karma caught up with her.
Not the kind of finished where everyone claps and the story ends. The kind where the doctor smiles carefully and says, “We’re done for now,” because everybody in that room knows hope has learned to speak cautiously.
Still, Mia heard the important part.
Done.
Mia finished her last round of chemo 11 days before the resort trip.
