Settling into the back, I gave the driver the address for New Dawn Children’s Hospital and then pulled out my phone and scrolled through my contact list. I don’t know why. My head felt fuzzy, disconnected in some way. Watching the list of names move up the screen somehow helped calm me. When my brain snagged on Caden’s name, I tapped the Message icon, let out a slow breath, and began typing. Hey, Cade. The test came back and I’m not a match. I’m going to see if there’s any way Mum and Dad can be tested in Australia. And Ben, although as far as I know he’s in Nepal. Don’t mention it to them yet. Just thought I’d let someone from my family know what’s going on and you drew the short straw. Sorry about that, dude. I hit Send. The digital whoosh filled the taxi, letting me know I’d successfully shared my misery with another person. How much I’d changed in a few short hours. The me who had left Australia would never have done such a thing.
