I sink into one of the chairs and try to process everything.

Leah. Missing.

Leah. Dying.

It just doesn’t make sense.

She’s young. A force of life so bright at times I found it hard to be around her. I can’t imagine her not in this world. I can’t imagine that she’s si ck or hurting.

Or that she’s been suffering for a long time and I never noticed.

My chest aches and I rub at the center of it.

“I still have to make rounds,” Adam says. “And there is a chance that if Leah left, that maybe she doesn’t want to be found. She might be si ck of all of us.”

I nod.

but it

should’ve done so many

loved

days when I purposely kept her at arm’s length. All the times she tried

in the kitchen and make

for me in the library, reading one of

and argue with me, and not back down, no matter how many times I tried to relegate

now she’s gone?

Dying???

I can’t lose her.

It’s not physical so much as a wave of grief that floods my entire being.

That light fragrant smell of her hair that’s partly her shampoo and, beneath that, the unique, elusive scent of her skin.

reenters the hospital room.

can imagine what he sees.

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