to Lily?”
“No.”
“To whom?”
Ethan’s face changed.
That was when I realized the computer wasn’t what had frightened him.
There was more.
“Ethan.”
He whispered:
“I started a fundraiser.”
I stared.
“A what?”
“Online.”
My heart began racing.
“What did you say?”
He wouldn’t answer.
David handed me his phone.
A fundraising page was open.
At the top was a photograph of Lily.
Smiling.
Before she lost her hair.
Beside her stood Ethan.
Both maybe twelve.
The title read:
HELP LILY GET TO TREATMENT
I felt sick.
“How long