still.
Chris leaned forward.
“What do you mean?”
Ethan’s face tightened with frustration, as though we were forcing him to explain something that should have been obvious.
“I wanted you guys to have fun with me.”
He wiped his nose with the back of his hand.
“Everybody keeps acting like everything has to be special now just because I’m going to die.”
I placed my phone facedown beside me.
Ethan looked at it.
Then he whispered the sentence I would remember differently for the rest of my life.
“Sometimes I
