“You’re the least trustworthy one.”

He made a face at me.

“We’ve been together since high school.”

“Exactly.

I have evidence.”

He smiled tiredly.

“You’re terrifying.”

“Good.

Cancer should be terrified of me.”

He laughed, then coughed until he had to grip the edge of the table.

I waited beside him without saying anything.

When he could breathe comfortably again, I handed him the water.

That was us.

I organized.