FIFTEEN
The next day I awoke to Shauna poking me.
“Remy’s here!”
I sat up, grabbing my crutches. I’d slept in the braces, which was weird. Must have been too tired to feel them. Or maybe Jen was too tired to take them off before bedtime. Jen was on her bed with Remy, holding him. As Shauna gave me a puzzled look, silently asking me why he was crying, I saw Jen’s phone on the comforter.
“Oh God,” Remy groaned, “it can’t be true.”
I took a seat on the corner of the bed. “I take it you’ve seen Diego’s email.” I had to wait for him to pull himself together for a moment, and was really glad I hadn’t told him about the cancer claim yesterday, before the wedding. That would’ve been a mess. “About the cancer,” I said gently. “Do you think it’s true?”
Remy sat up. “Do I think he’s dying of ca
