The phone woke me up at seven. I knew something was wrong immediately. My father sounded different, more solemn than usual "Adam... do you remember when Dom contracted hepatitis in the summer? Last night things took a turn for the worse. The doctors think he has liver failure." I asked if he was okay. "He's in a coma. The doctors aren't sure if he'll pull through." I booked a flight from Gothenburg (where I now reside) to London within minutes of ending the call; I had to be there. Dom is my brother's partner of four years. While he's not a blood relative, he's no less part of the family. Three months prior to this phone call he...
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