I would not miss anything again.
What the Texts From Brendon Said Through the Night
I barely slept. My phone lit up repeatedly through the small hours of the morning.
Where are you?
Don’t make me the bad guy here.
We need to look united, Olivia. Stop digging.
Call me.
I read each one and put the phone face-down and went back to Andrew’s shoebox.
By early morning, the hospital had called back. I explained everything — the canceled appointment, the sticky note Andrew had left beside it, and the video message. The nurse said she would make sure the attending physician and the care team were informed before rounds.
I drove back to the hospital as the sun was coming up.
Facing Brendon in the Waiting Room With Everything I Now Knew
He was already there, pacing the length of the waiting room when I came through the entrance. He looked like he hadn’t slept either, which under any other circumstances I might have found sympathetic.
