“Wade says Meryl asked about me yesterday.”
My stomach tightened.
“He told her he didn’t know anything.”
I turned to Wade.
He did not defend himself.
Randall’s mouth pulled sideways. “Good lie. Bad liar.”
Wade made a broken sound in his throat.
“I told him if she asks again, he should stop visiting so often. She’ll notice.”
I remembered Wade disappearing for nearly two weeks during the hardest part of treatment. I had thought he was busy. I had resented him for it and then felt guilty.
“He says she’s down twelve pounds,” Randall continued. “Says the doctor changed the nausea medication. Says she has another scan coming.”
He rubbed his forehead.
“I cannot do this.”
The words were almost inaudible.
He reached for something offscreen and brought a phone into view.
“I’m calling her.”
My heart stopped.
Randall stared at the screen for a long time. Then he pressed a number.
