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“That you’re going to die.”

“God. That’s scary.”

“I can’t even think about it without feeling like I’m going to lose my shit. She’s one of the best people I know. She’d do anything for anyone. Seeing her suffer has been hell.”

I reach across the console for his hand. “I’m so sorry you’ve been through that.”

“I’m sorry for her.”

“I’m sorry for you.”

“Thanks. I keep telling myself that she’s doing great now, but it’s going to be a long five years until they consider her cured.”

“Five years is a long time. Same for Mateo.”

“Yep. Regular scans and bloodwork and then sweating the results every time. It sucks.”

As he brings the truck to a stop at a red light, he glances over at me just as someone slams into the back of the truck.