“It’s not me. It’s”—she gulps down another breath while I’m not sure I’m even breathing—“Riley. I’m at the hospital. They aren’t sure if he’s going to make it, Lex.” The world stops spinning when I burst outside. I tilt sideways, close to falling over, and I brace myself on a light post. Riley. Not going to make it. This can’t be happening. He’s too young. Too talented. Too much of a nice fucking guy. I just saw him. I laughed with him. I made him smile.
