“Swear to God,” I said. “I swear to God,” he said. I looked back at Mom.
“Swear to God,” she agreed. “Why are you even worrying about this?” “I just don’t want to ruin your life or anything.”
Mom leaned forward and pressed her face into my messy puff of hair and kissed me at the very top of my head.
I said to Dad, “I don’t want you to become like a miserable unemployed alcoholic or whatever.”
My mom smiled. “Your father isn’t Peter Van Houten, Hazel. You of all people know it is possible to live with pain.”
“Yeah, okay,” I said. Mom hugged me and I let her even though I didn’t really want to be hugged.
“Okay, you can unpause it,” I said. Anastasia got kicked off. She threw a fit. It was awesome.
I ate a few bites of dinner—bow-tie pasta with pesto—and managed to keep it down.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
I woke up the next morning panicked because I’d dreamed of being alone and boatless in a huge lake.
I bolted up, straining against the BiPAP, and felt Mom’s arm on me. “Hi, you okay?”
My heart raced, but I nodded. Mom said, “Kaitlyn’s on the phone for you.”
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