“The apartment?”
“That was Ezra’s dream since they were twelve,” Renata said softly. “He wanted to live with his brother. Even if it was only for a little while.”
Even if it was only for a little while.
I gripped the doorframe.
“Wyatt heard him on the phone,” I said. “Saturday night. Telling you, He’d do it if I asked him. He trusts me.”
Dale nodded slowly. He looked like a man reciting the worst moment of his life.
“He did say that. And then he said, ‘That’s exactly why I’m never going to ask him, Dad. Cancel the appointment. If you go behind my back again, I’ll take myself off the list.'” He wiped his face. “I didn’t cancel it. I wrote that note to myself instead. I thought I could still fix it. I was going to talk to Wyatt on my own. I’m his father — I mean — I’m Ezra’s father, and my son is dying, and I —”
