Diane and I pretended not to notice.
***
One day, Lily and Aaron were arguing about prom themes, talking about college plans and weekend dates, and the next, she was spending her time in hospitals and treatment rooms. Most days, Lily could be found sitting in a treatment chair with a port in her chest.
It was devastating news for everyone, but especially for my son. I could see how much it hurt him to watch someone he loved go through something he couldn’t fix.
Still, he never pulled away.
One day, Lily and Aaron were arguing.
***
Aaron visited his girlfriend every day he could, brought her favorite snacks, helped her with schoolwork, watched bad movies with her, and spent countless hours by her side until she fell asleep.
***
“You’re going again today?” I asked, although I already knew.
“She’s having a rough week,” my son said, zipping the bag. “I told her I’d be there by four.”
I nodded and reached for my coffee.
“You’re going again today?”
“Tell Diane I said hi. I texted her yesterday, and she barely wrote back,” I told my son.
Aaron paused, just for a second.
“She’s tired, Mom.”
“I know, baby.”
But I’d noticed.
***
My best friend’s replies had been shrinking for weeks. A thumbs-up where there used to be a paragraph. A “k” where there used to be a phone call. I told myself it was the stress, the chemotherapy schedules, and the lack of sleep.
After all, grieving mothers don’t owe anyone small talk.
“She barely wrote back.”
***
Aaron kissed the top of my head, which still felt new and lovely, and grabbed his keys.
“Drive carefully,” I said.
“Always.”
I watched him from the window as he climbed into his old Civic.
The car pulled away, and the house felt quieter than it should have. Something, I realized, had been building for a while now. I just didn’t know yet what it was.
I watched him from the window.
***
Then Lily’s treatments started taking a visible toll.
She began losing her hair. Even when she tried to be brave about it, everyone could see how much it affected her.
I was still processing the change and how much it affected Diane and her daughter when something else changed.
