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Chapter fifty-five

Gianni

Monday, May 19, 2025

I t’s been two weeks since Lark agreed to look into whether or not her insurance covers that damn insulin pump. Something you’d really fucking think would be covered, considering their existence drives down the rates of people with diabetes ending up in the emergency room due to a hyperglycemic episode or, worse, diabetic ketoacidosis.

But of course, the insurance companies aren’t thinking about the future. They just want to do anything they can to save a buck in the here and now.

Fuckers.

Rather than bug Lark about it because I’m sure she’d just forgotten with how busy things have been at the clinic, I figure I may as well take it off her plate and give myself, and maybe even her dad, some peace of mind.

I watch as the delivery service app moves across my screen, counting down how many stops away the package is. When he finally gets to my door, I greet the young guy, thank him, and take the package inside to figure out how the fuck to assemble this thing.