If Only We Could Love Again

In the seventh year of my illness, I was finally so broke that I couldn't even scrape together enough money for my medication the next day.

To raise the money, my best friend went back to the nightclub and started taking clients.

By the time I found out and rushed over, I could already hear her suppressed, trembling voice coming from the private room.

"Duncan, we can't do this!

"Wendy will be devastated if she finds out!"

The next second, I heard my boyfriend's low, ragged moan.

"How else are you going to counteract the drug's effects?"