Chapter 12
“He isn’t dying, Richard.”
“You, my dear, are in denial.”
“He’s been better lately. He won’t heal if you don’t believe in him.”
“He won’t heal if the cancer eats him from the inside out.”
The marital conflict exploded around us. Clipboard lady slunk out the door, murmuring something about cleaners needing supervision. Which left me and Luke, knee-to-knee, staring into each other’s eyes.
After a long moment of silence, he skipped past previously shelved topics and stated the obvious. “They’re only going to hire one of us.”
He was right. And that someone was going to be me.
To that end, I filled my mental eye with the image of Bastion as he’d been this morning. Full of enthusiasm. Vibrant. Alive.
“The job is mine.”
I tried to stare Luke down, but he just shook his head.
