He steps closer, gently pressing my head forward until my forehead rests against his stomach and his hand settles on the back of my head.
“She’s gonna be fine, Katy,” he says quietly. “Trust me.”
I nod, clinging to both the doctor’s words and his. In a few hours, the doctor will walk back out and tell me it was successful, that Allie’s okay and then I’ll finally get to see my best friend again.
Still leaning against Braydon, I close my eyes and try to push positive thoughts into my head. Ironically, I follow the same method Allie taught me: deep breaths, then think of everything that could go right instead of wrong.
Inhale. Exhale. Repeat.
I do it over and over until my phone suddenly goes off in my pocket and the sound is too loud in the quiet room.
I pull away from Braydon and gra
