“She never told us anything,” I mumbled softly as my thumb grazed her fragile hand around mine. She was thinner than when I last saw her. Lines formed on her face even when she was sleeping. And it had been two days since she fainted and she barely opened her eyes to us. She did it several times but she couldn't have a recollection of her surroundings. I doubted she even remembered or let herself know the sight before her wasn’t part of her dream. I was in front of her. I watched her losing herself to the sickness neither my dad nor I learned about earlier.
She had been keeping it to herself even before I left. I didn’t know if I should praise her for doing so good at keeping her pain from us and call her brave for it.
“Your dad learned recently,” Harris Samaniego told me from across th
