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“No, I’m okay.” I smiled. Jason was so different, and I was proud of the man he’d become. “Just take care of him, please.”

“I will. He gets a couple of days and then I’m going down there.” “Good. He’ll need someone to talk to.”

“You’re the best of us, Hailee, you know that, right?” “Thank you.” Emotion clogged my throat.

“I’ll call you soon to check in.”

“Okay, bye, Jas—” My stomach churned violently. “I need to go.” I dropped the phone and raced through the apartment, crashing through the bathroom door just in time for my lunch to make a reappearance.

So much for a twenty-four-hour stomach flu.

HAILEE

CAMERON DIDN’T RETURN TO SCHOOL. HE QUIT THE TEAM AND DEFERRED HIS CLASSES. JASON HAD driven up last weekend to collect some of his things and take them back to Rixon. That had been hard.

But it was for the best.

Doctors couldn’t give the Chase family a clear prognosis. But they had told them to treasure every moment which didn’t sound good.

We’d talked a couple of times, but we didn’t