Ada
“We shouldn’t have told him,” Father sniffs. “We ruined his life.”
“No, Dad,” I sigh as I stand up. “Death will be ruining his life.”
“Ada,” Dad sounds broken, and I turn to him. “I’m sorry.”
“I know,” I smile sadly as I walk out.
There are so many emotions whirling inside of me right now that I do not know what I feel. I am angry at the universe for dealing Tyler with such a cruel fate. I am mad at Dad for keeping it quiet for so long. I am furious that my brother is going to die. But mostly I feel sad and broken. I feel sorry for Father that must deal with this again. I am devastated for Tyler’s sake. I have no idea how he is supposed to deal with this. There are no words of comfort. No hope. Just a sentence.
I only become aware of my surroundings when I am sitting on Mom’s ben
