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On the evening before her untimely demise, Elliott Holland went on someone else’s date. Okay, possible demise. The mortality rate for what she was about to do was around 30 percent, so her odds were decent. Still, people rarely walked around knowing their exact chances of being alive three months from now, so it was hard not to ruminate on it, at least a little. Tomorrow morning, she’d show up to the hospital at eight o’clock sharp for a week’s worth of massive doses of chemotherapy. Enough to completely obliterate her bone marrow, which would kill her if some Good Samaritan hadn’t donated their stem cells to repopulate her body’s blood supply. It had sounded scary at first, but her innate bone marrow was complete shit. Had gone haywire twice and would likely progress to leukemia a third time if she didn’t go through with a transplant. The goal was to get rid of her own marrow, like digging deep to scrape out the roots of a dead tree, then refill it with someone else’s healthy cells. It still sounded scary, honestly. But she had no choice. If she didn’t go through with it, she’d probably die of leukemia, and she wasn’t about to go down without a fight. She also wasn’t about to walk into that mess without a little fun first, which was how she ended up in a cooking class, making a fancy soufflé with a hot stranger named Jamie. An hour ago, she’d been at a bar in the Old Market district of Omaha, wearing her cutest jeans and holding a cocktail in her hand. She’d be wearing a glorified sheet with her ass hanging out for the foreseeable future and wouldn’t be able to drink alcohol for even longer, so . . . priorities.