Positioning Sharon protectively behind him, he eyed me warily. "Amber, what are you doing? She is your sister!"
I glared at Sharon. "You'd better watch your mouth."
Sharon, looking hurt, pleaded, "Chris, don't let me come between you two. If my sister won't admit that Aaron is faking his illness, I'll just drop it."
My brow furrowed as I turned to Chris. "You think Aaron is faking it too?"
He remained silent.
Looking around, Aaron was nowhere to be seen.
With a calm tone, Chris asked, "Where did you whisk him off to again?"
He clearly didn't believe me.
If only he would come home, he'd see the table covered in medications and medical records.
Yet, he never returned.
I remember when Aaron knew he didn't have much time left. He wanted one last family trip to Disneyland.
I had begged Chris, even going so far as to kneel before him.
In the end, I clung to his pants, promising that this would be the last time I would ever bother him.
I was willing to set him free.
At that moment, he looked down at me, slightly stunned.
His eyes filled with both joy and complexity. "You mean that?"
"Yes," I murmured, closing my eyes as tears streamed down.