“What’s that massive man smiling at, Daddy?”

I look as much as discover a household watching from the bench reverse, their ice lotions melting within the sunshine, and it’s me—I’m the massive man beaming for as soon as exterior a constructing the place my coronary heart’s stopped quite a lot of occasions earlier than. Now it skips as a result of I do know who this grin is all the way down to.

Marc.

I’ve to inform him, nevertheless it’s no simpler getting my cellphone out of my pocket now than firstly of the week. I slip out of my sling to do it, then slip it again on, and maybe that few further seconds of wrestling with it’s for one of the best. It provides me time to register what my cellphone exhibits me—there are only some minutes to go till Marc’s as a result of begin his presentation.

It additionally exhibits that I’ve missed calls from Lukas, and for as soon as, my brother’s picked the proper second to lastly floor from Future’s mattress.

Good. I’ll inform him as a substitute.

I am going to return his name, solely Lukas calls once more earlier than I get to. He additionally speaks over my greeting, sounding hoarse for some purpose.

“Lastly, thank fuck.”

He’s additionally breathless once more towards a backing observe of beeping.

For as soon as, I don’t mentally image the health club. His tone units completely different alarm bells ringing which means I pay attention more durable.

“Stef, the place are you?” Lukas asks as I lastly grasp what I’m listening to—what I’ve heard throughout his different cellphone calls currently—and people alarm bells don’t solely ring.

They clamour.

That’s a coronary heart monitor, not a health club treadmill.

Possibly that ought to make sense given his profession alternative, however he isn’t due a medical placement anytime quickly, and positively not in summer season when he needs to be taking a final probability to recharge his weak-heart batteries.

I additionally realise what’s behind that hoarseness.

He’s scared shitless.

That’s so improper from him it’s terrifying. I’ve solely heard him sound this frightened twice earlier than. Three years after the primary event, combat or flight kicks in the identical approach as when he’d run throughout fields to seek out me.

This time, I don’t run with him to do coronary heart compressions till the medics cease me, wringing moist with sweat, tears, and that very same desperation I do know fuels my brother’s research. At present, I lurch to my ft, remembering the second time I heard him frightened.

The suddenness of my motion scatters pigeons. I don’t register their flutters. Not straight away. I solely register this terrible fringe of panic from my brother that I final heard earlier than his coronary heart process.

For one more heart-stopping second of my very own, the final week comes into a unique, lethal focus.

Lukas introduced Marc house to assist when all we would have liked was one individual to oversee the primary minimize.

I replay Marc hefting bales my brother would normally insist on making an attempt to deal with. Had Lukas left the heavy work for as soon as as a result of he’d truly been feeling weaker?

He additionally left the farm in a rush, calling it a date with Future, however he’s been cagey in regards to the particulars.

I replay every certainly one of our conversations within the house between my brother’s questions, within the house between every beat of my very own coronary heart that, like me, is cart-horse robust. Lukas had sworn his coronary heart was robust too now, however this breathlessness was prime of the listing of heart-failure signs that was once my bedtime studying.

We discovered about that too late to assist Dad—a symptom he put all the way down to ageing. Mum watched us like a hawk for a similar breathlessness till our assessments got here again. Then she watched Lukas till his restore was accomplished.

Did Lukas lie about his restore holding?

“Stef,” he asks subsequent, nonetheless sounding terrible. “Are you with Marc?”

“Marc?”

“Sure. He isn’t answering once I name him. Are you near him?”

I can’t parse what he’s asking, however like a compass needle, I’m pulled in Marc’s course whereas Lukas makes what seems like a ultimate request. “Are you able to be with him?”

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