Synopsis：Diagnosed with severe systemic lupus erythematosus, I’ve been told I have only three days left to live. After my 188th desperate plea for help is coldly rejected by my lawyer husband, Jasper, I take my test results and walk into a hospice alone. “Hello, I’d like to schedule my own cremation and apply for government assistance.” Before the paperwork is done, Jasper storms in and slaps me across the face. “You’re faking a terminal illness just to steal Janice’s spotlight?” My brother, Dr. Casey Carter, rips the report from my hand and sneers, “Lupus? If you’re going to pretend to be sick, at least pick something realistic. Maybe one in a million people gets this.” Swallowing the pain tearing through my body, I return to the counter and resubmit the forms and records. The staff member notices the butterfly-shaped rash on my wrist and looks at me with pity. “I have no family left,” I say quietly. “I’d like to be cremated in three days. Anywhere is fine. I just don’t want my death to be a burden to anyone.”