Synopsis
My sister had 100 days left, so my family gave her 100 wishes—using my money, my blood, even my husband. I endured it all, believing she'd soon be gone. Then a countdown appeared in my palm. She wasn't dying. I was.
My sister had 100 days left, so my family gave her 100 wishes—using my money, my blood, even my husband. I endured it all, believing she'd soon be gone. Then a countdown appeared in my palm. She wasn't dying. I was.