Emma calling me a liar.
Grandma promising she's fine.
I pull out my Kindle and try to read. The words are fuzzy. They're nothing. They're pointless.
This isn't happening.
I find my journal—the one he bought for me. And I put my purple pen to the page.
None of this makes sense.
I let my thoughts pour from my fingers.
And I don't stop until I don't feel anything anymore.
Chapter Forty-Nine
Kaylee
Mom is waiting at baggage claim.
Her eyes are puffy. Red. She's been crying.
From the way she's looking at me, I'm pretty sure mine are the same.
Fuck.
I knew things might be bad.
But not this bad.
* * *
Mom makes small talk.
And I let her.
Until we take an early exit.
She turns on an unfamiliar street.
Then down another.
The hospital comes into view.
"Mom..." I place my hands in my lap. "What... What the hell?"
She pulls into the hospital parking lot. "I can explain."
"How can you explain?" Grandma is supposed to be okay. Okay people aren't in the hospital. That's a fucking fact.
"Your Grandma had another heart attack last week." Mom pulls into an end space and turns the car off. Her hands stay glued to the steering wheel. Her gaze stays on the windshield. "We knew you were coming. We figured it would be better to wait until you were here."
"And all the stuff you've said the last few months about her being okay?"
"She was okay—"
"Mom." I blink and a tear catches on my lashes. I don't have the emotional energy for this. For anything. I need a million hours of sleep. "Tell me the truth. How long have things been bad?"