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Michael Morton said I was faking my illness to gain his attention. But I, Kaylee Finch, didn't need to fake Alzheimer's, and I certainly didn't need to fake brain cancer. I checked myself into a hospice ward. Before I forgot this world entirely, I used the last of my strength to call him. He was busy slipping a ring onto the finger of his first love, Helen Goodwin. Annoyed, he hung up on me three times. When the call finally connected on the fourth try, I murmured, "Michael, it's getting dark. Why haven't you come to pick me up from school yet?" Then, the flatline of the heart monitor said goodbye for me.