I looked at him.
Theo said, “He wanted college. He wanted to travel. He really thought treatment might work.”
Then he added, “He just knew it might not.”
Both things.
Hope and fear.
My 18-year-old son had somehow learned they could exist together before I did.
I asked Theo, “Did he talk about dying often?”
“No.”
“Really?”
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