Waiting

Two days is a long time without sleep, but when you know that chances are someone you love is about to die, then two days just isn't long enough.

We didn't go to work. No one talked about it, but we all stayed pretty much at our house or the guys house. We didn't talk about Pete's deadline, although I know everyone was calling just about anyone we could think of who might have some money. No rich uncles were hanging out in the shadows. We played cards and watched movies and went out. Tod would sit with his guitar and strum ridiculously sad songs. Grant and Maria didn't have even one tiny fight.

I sat outside on a lawn chair watching the sun come up that last morning. My heart felt like a chunk of lead inside my chest, like it was trying to crush the life right out of me. I felt something move beside me and looked to see John pulling up another lawn chair. He looked over at me and smiled, but it was a sad smile.