“April, you know why dad called me home, don’t you?” He tips my chin so he can look into my eyes. “Because he missed you?” I ask on a hiccup. He shakes his head sorrowfully. “He knows the time is near.” I stare at him for a pregnant minute before jumping to my feet. “No. He’s wrong. The doctors have said nothing of the sort. He could live for years and years on dialysis. He’s wrong. Goddammit, he’s wrong!”
