Chapter 89

Thomas felt his heart start to race. He had to find the person. He needed to know what had happened. He didn't know why the person had been sick.

He wanted to know what had been happening to him.

"Is he in his room?" Thomas asked.

The receptionist paused.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I can't give you that information."

"Why not?" Thomas asked.

"He's my brother," the receptionist said. "I don't want to betray his trust."

"He's dying," Thomas said. "I need to see him."

"You should call him," the receptionist said. "I'm sure he would like to hear from you."

Thomas sighed.

"He doesn't want to see me," he said. "I know that."

"I'm sure he does," she said. "He's been asking about you."

Thomas looked at her.

"What do you mean?