Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty-four
Alicia's POV
Tom died two days before Travis's wedding.
The call came at four in the morning. Malachi's phone buzzing insistently until he finally answered it, his voice rough with sleep.
"Yes?"
I watched his face change. Saw the grief settle into his features even though he'd been expecting this.
"When?" A pause. "I'll be there soon."
He hung up and sat on the edge of the bed, his back to me, shoulders tense.
"He's gone," he said quietly. "Tom died about an hour ago. Peacefully, in his sleep."
I moved closer, put my hand on his back. "I'm so sorry."
"I knew it was coming. The nurse said days. But knowing and experiencing are different things."
"Do you want to go to the hospice? Say goodbye?"
