He Won't Live Long, so I Must Vanish
The year my younger brother, Casey Sullivan, is diagnosed with a heart disease, the doctor says he won't live past 25 years old.
From then on, everyone keeps repeating the same thing. "Casey doesn't have much time left."
Wanda Locke, my childhood friend, throws my birthday cake into the trash.
"Casey doesn't have much time left. He can't eat anything sweet, so just let him have this."
Gia Sullivan, my older sister, tears up my acceptance letter to the boxing program at the sports university.
"Casey doesn't have much time left. He can't box, and watching you practice would upset him. So just let him have this."
My fiancée, Hazel Grant, postpones our wedding three times.
"Casey doesn't