“Listen to me. There’s nothing he can do. There is absolutely nothing worse than worrying about someone you love being sick and being unable to do anything about it.” Tears sprang to my eyes. “You mean Aunt Jess,” she said softly. I nodded and sniffled. Alys pulled me into a hug. She wasn’t overly affectionate, at least not with anyone but Brock, but on the rare occasion she trotted them out, Alys gave the best hugs.
