Thirty-Two
NOVEMBER-20 YEARS OLD
“Audrey,” that look, the one she always has when she worries about me, is obvious through the peephole, “what are you doing here?” I open the door wide.
“Mom and Dad wanted me to come over. They are on the way. Sit Kelly.” She commands.
“You are scaring me Audrey. What is it?”
“Kelly,” she put her hands on my shoulders, “take a deep breath.” Instead, I hold it. “Kelly…” she said in warning, “take a deep breath. Okay, there you go. Ms. Delaney just called Mom. Trent…umm, he had heart failure last night.”
“Oh God, please tell me he’s okay.”
“She said they did everything they could.”
What? I ask how James is, but Audrey doesn’t have any answers.
“Ms. Delaney said to call her as soon as you can,” she adds quietly.
In preparation for one of the hardest
