Chapter 49 Letting Go

• The terrible recollection of Taylor not telling me about her sickness until the last few months of her life subsided as the new information took hold of me. I knew she was attempting to shield me from the hurt, but it just made losing her more challenging to handle. Compared to her brother, I had less time to process the news that she had leukemia and even less time to get ready for her funeral.
• I forced a grin, but my lips were yearning to remain in a fixed pout. "I know," I mumbled. "She told me that you wouldn't shut up about telling me the truth, and for that, I'm grateful. Thank you for trying. It means a lot to me."
• My breath caught when Tyrone offered me a dimpled, crooked smile, but I put it down to the enormous rock stuck in my throat. My voice sounded hoarse, and my throat itched from not being able to produce enough saliva to wash away the vast lump.