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Rhett must have gone to the office since we didn’t have any friends close enough he could have called up and asked to spend the night.
Or perhaps he’d gotten a hotel room.
I sent him a text asking him where he was and quickly dressed before brushing my teeth. I’d told him to go away the night before, but it was time to clear the air. To tell him about the cancer I could feel eating away at my blood no matter how much I tried to ignore it. He needed to hear how my time would be short like Archer’s. How he should let Skylar past his walls so he would have someone to love him when I was gone, because I knew she would. They’d connected on a deeper level than either of them had seemed to realize.
It was ridiculous that hidden feelings and a lack of communication had brought us to
