“How do you feel?” Anna asked, when Simon had stopped crying. “Are you comfortable?”
Simon sniffled and nodded. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled.
“No need for that.” Anna said. “I’m not here to judge you. I’m here to help.”
“Why?” Simon asked. “I’m no one. You don’t owe me anything. I don’t mean anything to you.”
“You mean a lot to Zeke.” She said, softly, pulling a chair and sitting down next to his bed. “And that makes you special to me.”
Simon inhaled a shuddering breath. “I…I didn’t meant to…I shouldn’t have even tried to. I don’t want to die. I really don’t. I just want…”
He hung his head. “I don’t think Zeke will forgive me.” He said.
“Don’t say that.” Anna said, patting his hand. “Why wouldn’t he? You haven’t done anything wrong.”
“You…” Simon sighed. “You didn’t see him. He was so-s
