Leo sat on the edge of the bed, his own hands shaking now. "You're coughing up blood, Sarah. That's not something you just hide."
Tears filled her eyes again, spilling down her bright red cheeks. "I was scared."
A different sensation settled in his gut, a feeling so intense it almost choked him...
He clenched his jaw and grabbed his phone off the table. He couldn't stay still, not after what she'd just told him. His thumb hovered for a second over the screen before he found the contact he was looking for. Her parents.
(It rang once. Twice. Then a click... someone picked it up.)
"Hello?" her mother answered, her voice was familiar to Sarah.
But Leo didn't wait for any prep talk... "You knew, didn't you?"
There was a pause on the other end, a silence of confusion. "Leo, what are you talking about? It's late."
"Listen ma'am, don't play dumb with me," he snapped, his voice was loud and filled with anger. "You knew she was sick. You knew this whole time, and you didn't tell me."
