Ari stepped into the elevator, headed toward Henley’s room. She had been dreading this conversation. The door opened on the third floor, giving her a moment to think of how to word it correctly. There was no way that she could tell her everything, but she could tell her enough. Ari just hoped Henley understood... if not now, then maybe someday.
Henley was lying on her hospital bed. When they were children, Henley’s hair had always reminded Ari of the sunset. Now, her light auburn hair was starting to fade, and her skin was too pale. As Ari moved closer, she noticed that Henley’s eyes were closed. Ari feared that Henley was asleep, until she opened her eyes and smiled. It seemed strange, seeing Henley so weak. She had always been a track star, always so full of life. Ari had to believe th
