15
I knew something was wrong before I’d reached the cave. There was something in the air. A mood, maybe.
Silurian was in bed, but he didn’t look like a healthy man lying down for an afternoon nap as he had the last time I’d been here. He was pale and had lost weight. A heaviness settled on my chest. He was dying. I knew it.
Yes, he’d said as much the other day, but I didn’t think it would be so soon. I’d brushed it all aside. It was too painful to think about. But now I was forced to confront it.
Tears welled in my eyes and my bottom lip quivered. I hardly knew him, but I felt a connection to him.
“Now don’t be upset, my daughter.”
I couldn’t speak. He knew that I knew.
He told me.
“But…” I didn’t really know what to say.
He shook his head.
Cancer.
He was talking about cance
