Shaking my head at Bethany, I turned back to my mother.

“Don’t worry about her.” I handed my mom a fresh tissue and kept her focused on me. “The doctors will tell us as soon as anything changes.”

“You’re ignoring me?” Bethany asked, putting her hands on her hips. I could see her from the periphery of my vision but I wasn’t going to play her game.

My dad could be dying and my mom was an emotional mess. I didn’t need Bethany trying to stir ...