“I mean, the disease is clearly getting worse. It’s attacking his body and there is nothing doctors can do for him here,” Patricia explained, glancing at her husband, who nodded in agreement.
“I think if she can get him the blood there, you should let him go,” Jose added, both speaking from their experience in the medical field. “Trust us, we don’t say this lightly. We care for him too, but we have to get him help.”
His hand squeezed Mrs. Reyes’ shoulder while I watched her. Tears left her eyes as she leaned closer to me. “Braxton, do you want to go with her?” she asked, squeezing my hand.
“Go with her. You are all that’s left…”
Mom’s voice returned, and I turned to look at Evie, finding tears sliding down her cheeks. The sight tore through me, I didn’t want her to cry for me.
Lifting my hand, I caressed her, wiping the tears away and felt her give into my touch instinctively. I still had no idea what my mom’s words meant, but looking into Evie’s crystal blue eyes, I knew the answer.
“Yes. I want to go with her.”