“Noah,” Hannah said as if from a great distance. “Milo isn’t dead. He’s in a coma.” It was difficult to hear her over the roaring in his ears. She might have been an ocean away, or on another planet. Her words infiltrated the growing fog in his mind. Milo…alive. But barely. “He might not make it,” she said, her voice breaking, “but you need to know—he’s not dead.”
Well at least you gave him THAT bit of peace. Smh.
