Well, you rest. I’ll check on you later.” She turned and left the room, a funny, unexplainable feeling inside her.

Etta gave Will a small, knowing smile. “Will, sometimes you have to love people for who they are, not who you want them to be.

Are you afraid of dying?” “I was at first, maybe I still am a little bit. But it’s not death that scares me so much as not being alive anymore. It’s missing all the things...