All the joy that surged inside me stalls at the sight of my sister. She’s dressed simply in jeans and a T-shirt, her natural hair surrounding her face in thick coils. I should speak, but I can’t find the words.
“Needed the bathroom after that long ride,” she mutters, her expression growing stiffer and more uncertain the longer we stare at one another.
“Your . . . your sister,” Mama says haltingly. “She flew with me. I don’t think I could have come if she hadn’t.”
I lower my eyes to the starkness of the white hospital bedding, not sure how to process all this good and all this awkward at once.
“So you just weren’t gonna tell me you needed a kidney?” Terry asks.
My gaze snaps to her and then to Mama and Canon.
“You hadn’t asked her,” Mama says, shrugging defensively. “And I needed to get here. I had to tell her something.”
“You should have told me.” Terry walks farther into the room, stopping at the end of my hospital bed. “I’m your best shot.”
“Oh, you just love saying that, don’t you?” I bark out a raw laugh that scratches my throat. “And you wonder why I hadn’t told you.”
“Yeah, I wonder why,” she fires back. “Letting your pride endanger your life.”
“You haven’t been a part of my life in a long time, Terry. Why start now?”
“Because you might not have a life if you don’t get a kidney.”
“You’re misinformed.”
“And you’re stubborn, but then, I knew that based on the way you’ve behaved this long.”
“The way I behaved? You fuck my fiancé, have his baby, drive a wedge between me and my entire family—”
“I didn’t put that wedge there, sis. You did that with your siditty ways.”
“Siditty? Me? What the hell are you talking about?”
“Going off to New York.”
“To get away from you and Brandon.”
“And never coming home.”
“To avoid you and Brandon. Look, you made your choices and I made mine. You got some nerve—”
“I’m gonna shut this shit down right now,” Canon interrupts, his expression thunderous. “Terry, if you aren’t here to help, you can jump on the next plane leaving LAX. I don’t give a damn about you or your husband or this feud. Stress was a trigger for this flare-up, and if you’re gonna make things worse, go. If you want to help, get tested to see if we can use your kidney. Those are your options.”
“Who is this?” Terry sneers, hands on hips.
“This is Canon Holt,” Mama says hastily. “He arranged for us to fly here. He’s Neevah’s director and—”
“And I said what I said,” Canon inserts, narrowing his eyes. “You will not stress Neevah out any more than she already is. Believe me, her doctor will kick you out before I get the chance if she walks in and finds you yelling at the woman who literally is about to begin dialysis waiting for a kidney.”
“Dialysis?” Terry asks faintly, glancing at me and frowning.
“This isn’t a game,” Canon continues. “That’s what I’m telling you. We don’t have time to argue. You guys can dive into some serious family therapy later, but right now, I need you to start the testing process, if you’re willing.”
“Of course I’m willing,” Terry says, swallowing. “She’s my sister.”
“Even though I’m siditty, uppity, stubborn?” I ask, a sob clogging my throat.
“Exactly all that.” Some of the fire reignites in Terry’s stare. “But you’re still my little sister. When shit hits the fan, family should be there for each other. I know we have a lot to work out, but let me at least try to help.”