The Death Benefit
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There was a whiteboard hanging on the wall of our house. Written right across the center was a countdown to my end.
[Estimated time until Freya's heart failure: 47 days.]
Every morning, my mother meticulously wiped away yesterday’s number and wrote down the new one. It was like a countdown for a store clearance sale—precise, detached, and filled with quiet anticipation.
My name is Freya Mason, and I’m twelve years old.
I was born with a congenital heart defect. The specialists told my family that without a three-million-dollar surgery, I wouldn't survive another six months.
