Uncle John was in his favorite recliner. “My kidneys are failing me. They’re shutting down, and I’m not sure how long I have.” The vampires sat around his feet, Sienna on the arm of his chair. No matter how he had acted just minutes before, they all loved him and appreciated him. Everyone at the compound did. Josh felt like all the air had been squeezed out of him. “How long have you known?” “I had Sarai check my blood and stuff not long ago. Kidney disease runs in my family. It’s what killed my mom and grandfather.” He looked up to Brendan. “You’re gonna have to watch it when you get my age, son.” Brendan didn’t say anything. His face was hardened, but tears flowed freely. He had grown close to his Uncle in the years since the plague hit. Sienna looked sad. “Why wasn’t I able to tell before now? I should’ve tasted it.” Uncle John patted her leg.
