The Peach Scent of Malice: A Second Chance at Vengeance

Summary

My roommate's shirt was always soaked during freshman orientation, and it always smelled faintly of sweet peach.

Seeing every guy on campus—even the wealthy class president—go wild for it, my roommate, Brooke, was thrilled.

I recognized it immediately: it was the discharge from a rare form of skin cancer. I urged her to get medical help fast.

My roommate called me jealous, but, uneasy, she secretly checked it out.

The result was cancer. She had to undergo a double mastectomy to save her life.