Chapter 5

Andrew didn't sign.

He picked up the agreement, clenched the corner tightly, crumpling it in his fist, his knuckles whitening from the force.

"Now's not the time to talk about this," he said.

I leaned back against the hospital bed as waves of weakness washed over me. My stomach felt hollow, like everything inside had been scraped out and replaced with blocks of ice.

"So when are we supposed to talk about it? After you've finished comforting Joanna? After Linda comes up with another excuse? Or when your mother shows up to tell me I should just let it go?"…