Chapter 20Last night, Sunday, Nathan asked me to give him an answer before the end of the week. October was here and Halloween was just around the corner. Maybe I’d dress as a ghost and wander around our empty condo. After all, that was how I’d felt in the past days.
But that could be changing now.
I asked Nathan what he expected me to say, considering the grief and devastation I was feeling, but he only avoided my questions and went to bed angry.
I stumbled through my day, with barely enough concentration to find a matching pair of socks.
Nick hadn’t called yet. And Aunt Fran was leaving me.
I was in that dreaded hospital room this afternoon, watching Aunt Fran challenge time with every painful breath. “Call Nicolas,” she insisted from under the oxygen mask. “Don’t let him run away f
