The phone slips off my face and leans against the pillow. Did I hear that right? Or is my brain playing tricks on me? “Kenya, you’re my best friend. When I felt like life wasn’t worth living, you gave me the strength to hold on.” She sniffs. “Remember when we’d lie down in the hospital bed, side-by-side? I told you once that I missed seeing the stars. The windows in my room were small and it felt like I was in prison. You brought a projector for me. You brought the stars to my hospital room.”
