She sighs, shaking her head. “He loves you, you know.” Everything in me stills. Is…is that what he told her to tell me? My pulse races so fast, it makes me lightheaded, even laying down. “You’re like a brother to him,” she goes on, not missing a beat. “He was worried about you. You know how he gets.” Annnndddd cue images of Wile E. Coyote plummeting to the ground. Only, instead, it’s my heart.
