you.”

“I just wanted to see her.”

“Go sit with your Aunt Claire.”

Claire.

My sister.

The one who braided my hair when we were little. The one who cried in the hospital, saying she’d give her life for me.

Her heels clicked into the room.

“Let him say goodbye,” she said. “The notary will be here soon.”

“The doctor’s already said it,” Ryan replied coldly. “I’m continue reading …