Chapter Forty-Eight‘All right, Alex?’
I don’t know how long I’ve been sat here. And no, I don’t think I’m all right. My sister is inside sleeping, dying. My friends are on their way here now school has finished, but they don’t have good news. I knew it from the tone of Daisy’s text. I want nothing more than to be hugging Roscoe, but for some stupid reason he’s not allowed in here. What the hell do hospices and hospitals have against dogs?
‘It’s me, Jack. Remember?’ He sits next to me and I drag my eyes away from the ground.
‘Hi.’
‘It’s starting to rain.’
I don’t care.
‘Okay.’
Jack puts an umbrella over our heads. ‘How you holding up?’
I think you can tell, Jack. I’m not holding anything up. I probably don’t even have the energy to hold that umbrella. ‘Fine.’
‘And how’s your, erm,
