CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
When Emily woke early the next morning, after another restless night, the first thing she found herself doing was racing up Trevor’s steps and knocking on his door. She’d had a strong desire to see him, to make sure he was okay and to offer any support she could.
When Trevor answered he looked pleased to see her. But by his appearance, Emily could tell his health had already declined. His skin had taken on an almost yellow hue.
Emily smiled in return, though it felt very unnatural to do so; it was going to take her a little while to adjust to the idea of Trevor being her friend rather than her enemy.
“I came to see how you were,” Emily explained.
“Checking to make sure I’m still alive?” he replied sarcastically.
Emily gasped, surprised that Trevor was joking about
