“I Thought They Were Lying About a Project—Then I Found My Past Dying in a Hospital Bed”

He didn’t dodge it.

“He’s dying,” he said.

The room felt too small.

Ryan explained the rest. David had reached out to him. Not to me. To him.

He wanted to see Avery.

Just once.

Avery knew. She had begged Ryan not to tell me. She was afraid I would say no.

And maybe I would have.