Chapter 4

The scratches on my phone were nearly faded from all the constant swiping and tapping.

The wallpaper was still the one Michael had set for me three years ago.

After Emily Lynn was diagnosed with leukemia, I moved back into our family's little house so I could be close by and take care of her.

She held my finger loosely, her grip barely there. In six months, her face had turned so pale that it was almost scary, like a piece of tissue faded to nothing.

"Charlotte, I don't want to go to the hospital. I'm really feeling a lot…