In The Summer, Where Cicadas Buzz
I looked up and saw Ethan standing at the end of the path.
“How unlucky of us to be running into him on the rare chance we get outside,” Willow muttered.
She immediately tried to turn back, but I stopped her.
“Willow, I have something I want to say to him.”
Lately, I’d been feeling better. The textbooks called it terminal lucidity, like the light before it goes out. Some words, if I didn’t say them now, I might never get the chance.
After Willow left, Ethan silently stepped behind me and took over pushing the wheelchair. I stared at the mottled shadows on the ground, drafting my words over and over in my mind.
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