Drew being out of the hospital doesn’t seem right to me. It feels like they’re not telling me something. I can feel it, a nagging suspicion that gnaws at the back of my mind. But maybe I was wrong? I don’t know.
Drew said before at the beach house that he only had years to live, but now he's out of the hospital? Maybe there's some miracle? Maybe there is.
I can’t shake the feeling of unease that follows me as I walk towards Drew's house. The sun is high in the sky, casting a bright light over everything, but it does little to lift the heaviness that sits in my chest. The sky is a brilliant blue, the kind that usually brings a sense of hope, but today it feels almost mocking in its brightness. The world continues to spin, people go about their lives, but for me, everything feels slightly
