“What’s your family emergency?”
His eyes come to mine for the first time in hours. “Personal. Not your business.”
“Make it my business. This is a long trip, and I’m gonna explode if we don’t talk.”
Watching the road, his square jaw grinds back and forth, as though deciding what to say.
“I have a little sister.”
My heart stops in my throat. “Okay.”
“She’s sick.”
“She’s sick now?” My voice cracks. “Or sheusedto be sick?”
“Both.” He clears his throat. “My brother called. Her blood tests came back bad. It’s time to walk her through her battlefield again.”