She even transferred half the house to him, which she inherited from her grandma. «Come in, man, this is your part of the house.» Sarah heard her husband’s voice in the hallway.
«Good, solid…» an unfamiliar voice replied. «And who lives in the second part?» «Oh, some sick old lady, she’ll kick the bucket soon.» Jack didn’t mince words.
«So, you taking it?» «Taking it,» the rustle of money was heard. Then they shook hands, and the door slammed. «They left,» Sarah decided and tried to get up.
She stumbled, knocking over a chair as she fell. At the noise, the stranger ran into the room. «Alive?» He lifted Sarah and sat her on the bed.
«Where does it hurt?» «Who are you?» Sarah even stopped coughing from surprise. «The new owner of this… half of this house. And who are you?» The man expected to see an old woman, but this… was quite a young woman, though very thin and sick.
But not an old woman, as the seller promised. «I live here, this is my house… was…» Sarah smiled bitterly and coughed. «Wait!» The new resident went out and returned with a glass of water.
«Drink in small sips.» For some reason, Sarah obeyed. The water calmed her irritated throat, and the cough stopped.
«Thank you, but it’s not for long.» «What’s your name, neighbor?» The man took the glass from her. «Sarah.»
She examined the unexpected savior from the cough. «Sarah, meaning Princess. Beautiful name.
And I’m Michael. Nice to meet you.» He extended his hand.
She wanted to as well, but remembered her rash in time and pulled it back. The man managed to grab her wrist and brought the hand closer to examine. «And how long have you had this?» he frowned.
«Are you a doctor or something?» Sarah snorted. «Almost.» «So?» Michael was serious.
«It appears periodically. Sometimes more, sometimes less. Usually when the cough intensifies, weakness, and shortness of breath…
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