Play Me Like You Mean It
When I spoke, the voice didn’t feel like mine.
“Dying from what?”
Zayne looked at me. He hesitated, then said it slowly, like he hated giving it a voice.
“Cancer.”
After he said it, everything felt wrong.
Cade’s expression changed, not all at once, but piece by piece, like something he’d been avoiding finally pushed its way in.
He grabbed a pillow from the couch and hurled it to the floor. The sound was loud enough to make me flinch.
“No,” he snapped. “No. You said you beat it. You said you were fine.”