A person recognizes when they’re dying. It’s the feeling of helplessness they get, of when nothing they’ve tried has worked. When even my body has given up vomiting, having nothing more to vomit up. How my body is too weak to search out my phone to ask Jasper to get me water because standing is sure as hell not happening right now.
Accepting it is an entirely different scenario.
Tears prick my eyes. Not even thirty and dying for some unknown reason.
“Adalyn?”
Jasper’s soft voice twists my head toward the doorway, but I glance away quickly and stare at the bright sun out the window, using the rays to burn away the tears before he can see them.
“How do you feel?”
“Like hell.” I chuckle to myself. “Like I’m dying. I stopped throwing up, but I feel weak. Tired.”
Jasper comes around to t
