Nathan stared at his friend, momentarily lost. Situations like this weren’t his strong suit. He was already navigating a room full of pregnant women and their hysterics, along with single women each facing their own issues. He wanted to help, of course, but this wasn’t exactly his area of expertise.
He reached out to pat his friend, but then he stopped, not sure what the problem was. He only knew that Owen’s mom was in a critical condition, but he didn’t even know what that condition was.
“She’s going to die!” Owen brawled, holding both his hands. “Help me, please.”
Nathan struggled to think. “Okay what do you need help with? Uhm, what’s wrong with her?”
“Cancer, Nathan,” Owen drawled, as though he had mentioned it before and Nathan was silly for not remembering. “She needs to go into
