Chasing Us (Dark Love 2)

“Okay, Lex, just text me all the details.”

“Thank you. I love you, Adriana.”

I don’t know what comes over me, but inside, the feeling of something unpleasant hovers on the horizon. My stomach becomes crampy, almost pained. The weight inside my chest becomes heavy and uncomfortable.

“Hey, love you, too, big bro. See you soon, okay?”

Once she hangs up the phone, the panic se

ts it. He told me he was well, his exact words were that he had a clean bill of health, but something tells me I was naïve to believe it.

I open my browser and find the invoice for the clinic where he was treated in Australia. I haven’t paid attention to the amount when it hit my statement months ago, but now I notice it’s oddly low. I dial the number on the invoice and get through to the receptionist. She’s reluctant to put me through to the treating specialist, but several threats later, I am put through.

I’m straight to the point and ask him what the hell is going on.

“Mr. Edwards, I really can’t discuss this matter with you,” the specialist informs me.

“I don’t need to remind you who I am. I paid for this, and I demand answers.”

“Again, Mr. Edwards, this is confidential.”

Fucking hell. I know these fuckers need funding. Great, use that to bribe him.

“I know for a fact you are trying to receive funding for your new center in Sydney. I will be more than happy to assist if you give me what I’m looking for.”

There is dead silence.

“What exactly do you want to know, Mr. Edwards?”

“Why is this bill for Elijah Evans’s treatment so low? I know the chemo treatment is pricey.”

More silence.

“Mr. Evans refused the treatment.”

What did he just say?

“I-I don’t understand. Why on earth would he do that?”

He lets out a sigh. “Mr. Evans refused the treatment because the cancer is quite aggressive.”

“Wh… What do you mean?” I stammer.

“It’s stage four. He has maybe a year to live. He wants to enjoy what time he has left.”

The phone slips out of my hands, the voice echoing as it calls out through the speaker, “Mr. Edwards, are you there?”

“I’m here…”

Those are the last words I speak to him before hanging up the phone like I am on auto-pilot.

I no longer feel in control of what the fuck the universe is trying to do to our lives. There is no plan. How can there be a plan when Elijah no longer fights to live? I want to reach out to Charlotte, but I don’t want her to carry the burden with her. For hours, I sit staring at my screen, trying to figure out what the hell it is I need to do until the answer that was there all along presents itself.

I call my dad.

With heavy crackling on the line, he answers. I demand he come home straight away. It’s a family crisis, and when times like this occur, we all need to be together to get through it.

Family, it’s all we have at this moment.