Three Months to Live, Yet He Never Knew

"Summer, go play a Happy Birthday song for Evelyn."

Nathan sat on the sofa with Evelyn nestled in his arms.

He was ordering me to perform for his mistress.

My right hand had been crushed by a falling beam three years ago. I could no longer play a complete piece.

But I couldn't refuse. Because my brother was still lying in the ICU, and Nathan controlled his ventilator.

I endured the piercing pain, pressing one key at a time.

Evelyn walked over and poured red wine on my crippled hand. "That sounds awful."

The wine stained his mistress's shoes, but Nathan didn't even bat an eye.