“Hello?”
“Ms. Martin?”
“Yes.”
“Ms. Natalie Martin?”
I frowned. “Yes—who’s this?”
“Sorry. My name is Lark Hansbury. I’m your father’s… nurse. I—well, I hate to do this over the phone, but your father is very ill.”
I sat my glass of wine down on the wrought iron patio table with a distinct clink. “What? I don’t understand.”
I’d been more in touch with my father than I’d ever been before. We’d started calling each other at least weekly if not more often. We texted almost daily. And now I was hearing he was sick?
“Your father didn’t want to tell you, and he made us promise not to tell you until there was no alternative.”
What the hell? I was suddenly very, very sober. “What’s wrong with him?”
My roommate looked very concerned and mouthed “what’s wrong?” to me.
I held up a hand to her.
“Your father has stage four melanoma. He’s… well, he’s being admitted to hospice next week.”
I felt dizzy. “Why didn’t he tell me?”
She was quiet for a minute. “He didn’t want you to come home and mess up your opportunity at Johns Hopkins. He’s very proud of you.”
I closed my eyes. He was proud of me.
He was dying.
“What’s his prognosis?”
“The doctor gives him anywhere from six months to a year, but he’s gone downhill quickly in the past couple of weeks. My personal feeling is that he might not have that long.”
I nodded then realized she couldn’t see me.
“Okay. Okay. I’ll make arrangements to come home. I’ll be there as soon as possible. I have to get packed up.”
“Oh, don’t leave your residency…”
“I actually finished today.”
“Today?”
“Yes.” The timing wasn’t lost on me. He’d somehow managed to hold up until I was finished. People were incredible. “Thank you for calling, Ms. Hansbury.”
“Of course. I look forward to meeting you.”
I hung up and turned to my roommate. “You remember how I couldn’t decide which job offer I was going to take?”
She nodded, her eyes wide.
“Well, the decision just got made for me. I guess I’m going home to Indigo Falls. I’ll be accepting the position at Halliwell Hospital.”
She smiled sadly. “Not here, huh?”