Tully remembered the message, word for word. I can’t believe you haven’t called to apologize to me. Tully? Are you listening to this? Tully? And the click. Had something happened to the rest of the message? Had the power gone out or the tape hit its end?

“She didn’t say anything about being sick,” Tully said.

“She called,” Mrs. M. said.

Tully felt tackled by guilt, overcome. She should have sensed something was wrong. Why hadn’t she just picked up the phone? Now all that time had been lost. “Oh, my God. I should have—”

“None of that matters now,” Mrs. M. said.

Johnny nodded and went on. “The cancer has metastasized. Last night she had a minor stroke. They got her into the OR as quickly as possible, but once they were inside, they saw there was nothing they could do.” His voice broke.

Mrs. M. laid her hand on his. “The cancer is in her brain now.”

Tully thought she had known fear before—like on that Seattle street when she was ten years old, or when Katie had had her miscarriage, or when Johnny had been hurt in Iraq—but nothing had felt like this. “Are you saying . . .”

“She’s dying,” Mrs. M. said quietly.

Tully shook her head, unable to think of what to say. “W-where is she?” The question came out sounding choppy and broken. “I need to see her.”

A look passed between Johnny and Mrs. M.

“What?” Tully said.

“They’re only allowing one person in at a time,” Mrs. M. said. “Bud is in there now. I’ll go get him.”

As soon as Mrs. M. left, Johnny moved even closer, said, “She’s fragile right now, Tul. Her faculties have been impacted by the cancer in her brain. She has good moments . . . and not-so-good moments.”

“What are you saying?” Tully asked.

“She might not know who you are.”

The walk to Kate’s room was the longest journey of Tully’s life. She felt people all around her, talking quietly among themselves, but never had she felt more alone. Johnny led her to a doorway and stopped there.

Tully nodded, trying to gather strength as she walked into the room.

Closing the door behind her, she reached for a smile, found one that was the best she could do under the circumstances, and went toward the bed, where her friend lay sleeping.

Angled up to a near-sit, Kate looked like a broken doll against the stark white sheets and piled pillows. She had no hair or eyebrows left, and her bald head was a pale oval that nearly disappeared against the pillowcase.

“Kate?” Tully said quietly, moving forward. The moment she heard her voice she winced. It sounded too loud in this room, too alive somehow.

Kate opened her eyes, and there was the woman Tully knew, the girl she’d sworn to be best friends with forever.

Put your arms out, Katie. It’s like flying.