"How is he?" I asked Seb into the phone as I laid lazily on my bed.

Seb sighed. "Not good. He hasn't had a full meal since he moved in with us. He only eats snacks here and there."

I sighed, feeling sympathetic for Ty. He had been so different since finding out his father only had a few weeks left to live. He was always so quiet at school now and sometimes, he didn't even go to school.

"I was talking to him about it," Seb said. "Apparently, his dad knew that he was sick for a couple months now. That's part of the reason they went to California...