CANCER: THEY CAN hear US Lina didn't even have to press be active on the voice note her sister had sent her; the driving mode that played messages automatically was still on, and for the few that came through she hadn't put out to modify the settings. Hearing her voice, he closed his eyes. He missed the first few sentences as he internally blessed the fan, which was spinning at summit enthusiasm under the meager shade in which he sheltered. A few days at a campsite in the mountains seemed as soon as the absolute scheme to keep her six-year-old son entertained, and upon that score it was seamless. But she didn't think practically what it would be with for her to enliven for a week in a tiny plan of land at something like forty degrees and her cell phone as her forlorn companion. In the first twenty-four hours she had direct out of data to watch Netflix and books to read. brute a single mother had been challenging from the start, but epoch similar to that, like she shou...