CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
Emily rushed into Trevor’s house and straight into his bedroom. Sunita glanced up from a chair beside his bed as she entered, a mournful expression on her face. She stood from her seat and paced toward Emily.
“He’s been asking for you,” she said.
Emily couldn’t help but feel guilty for having been out celebrating with Daniel, living with such carefree abandonment when Trevor was in his lonely home, knowing he was dying.
“Is he—is it—” Emily couldn’t get the words out.
Sunita nodded. “He’s in his final hours.” She looked over her shoulder at where Trevor slept, tucked up in his enormous bed. Every breath he took made his chest rattle. “I’m sure he understands that this is the end.” She squeezed Emily’s arm. “I think he’d prefer it if it was you with him when he goes.
