Celeste smiles, glancing at her for a moment before looking back at me. “In April, Tyson was diagnosed with stage four pancreatic cancer, and in May he got a call from Chris.” Tears well in her eyes, and I bite the inside of my cheek to stop the onslaught of emotion trying to consume me. “You saved me, Christopher, and you didn’t even know it. Your phone call gave Tyson the strength he needed to do something brave before he died.”
