Page 75 of Don't Hold Back (Love Hurts 4)

I smile, finding it funny that I’m twenty-eight and this is the first proper conversation about my career that I’ve ever had with my father. Most parents have this conversation when their kids are still in school, but not mine. But at least he’s making an effort. That’s more than he’s ever done bef

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“What I’d love to do is start a not-for-profit organisation helping foreign individuals with terminal illnesses who use services like the Freedman Clinic offers,” I say honestly. I’ve been thinking about it for a while now, and though it will take a lot of planning and preparation—just the legal side of things will be a logistical nightmare—it’s something I want to do in her memory. “There isn’t much support for these people before or for their families after. I’d like to change that.”

“If you get through your residency and still want to do it, maybe I can help you get it up and running.”

Did I hear him right? I never expected anything like this from him. I smile. If he can give an inch, then I can too.

“I’d like that.”

I probably wouldn’t be standing here drinking a beer with my dad, in my brother’s house, if it wasn’t for Erin. We’ve still got a long way to go to fix things, but for the first time it actually feels possible.

Before Erin, I was out of control and hell-bent on ruining my life. I couldn’t see a way out of the mess I’d created. I was so caught up in my own problems that I couldn’t recognise how superficial and stupid they were when there were people in the world who were truly suffering. All that changed the day I met Erin.

I saved her life, and she repaid me by saving mine.