Chapter Forty-SevenThe last couple of days have been weird. It’s been crowded at the hospice. Now I’m here in the days too, that means it’s me, Mum, Dad and Kent at the very least. Sometimes some of Jenna’s college or work friends pop in, sometimes Gran and Grandad, sometimes Kent’s mum. Today’s a lot nicer, though; Mum’s got some errands to do, Dad’s gone to work, Kent’s at Alton Towers with some friends, so it’s just me. Me and my sister.
‘Do you need anything?’
‘I’m fine. In fact, I’m more than fine. I’m so glad you’re here, Al.’
I feel happy and sad at the same time. ‘Me too.’
Jenna’s phone starts ringing. ‘Sorry,’ she says. ‘Gotta take this. Hi, Kent!’
‘Hey babe!’
‘Is it busy there?’
‘Not too bad!’
I realise Jenna’s on FaceTime. She catches my eye. ‘Come here, Al. You’ll love
