I have my lunch right here. She opens her palm to reveal an assortment of capsules that make my prenatals look like baby candy. But I need water. Do you have clear water from a snowy mountain spring?
My eyes meet the kelly-green orbs of Janey Sullivan, Tommys fiery redheaded older sister, through the window into his hospital room. Without hesitating, Janey comes out and hugs me with long, strong arms.I lift my chin at the view of Tommy, closed-eyed and unnaturally still in the hospital bed.
Janey cocks her head. My brothers always been hard-headed—this time it came in handy. The doctor says hell be fine . . .Beside Tommys bed Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan chat away, having a whole conversation with their son without him saying a word.. . . as long as my mum and da dont talk him to death.
I snort, but just cant muster a smile. Then Janeys face sobers and her voice goes softer. Theyre sayin Duchess Olivias sister is missin.Heat rises in my throat, sealing it up.
Tommy said you two were close?
A thousand memories rush me at once and I shut my eyes to focus on pushing them back.Delores dresses me, like Im a child. Then she helps me off the table. And together we make our way to the car.
Back in my room, Delores sits at the foot of my bed and my mother tucks the covers in around me. her eyes shine with unfallen tears.But not mine. Mine are as dry as the Sahara.
My mom brushes my hair back and picks lint off the bedsheets. You want something to eat, honey?her voice is a little desperate, grasping for some action that will somehow make this better. I shake my head without a word.