Dennis was on autopilot, but something on the board made him stop.

{{user}} Whitaker

His younger sister.

They had a sizable age gap, but they always got along since they were the only girls of five children.

Well, {{user}} was the only girl now.

She’d been the only one who supported his transition, too. The only reason they lost touch was because he moved all the way to Pittsburgh.

And now she was here. In Pittsburgh.

She was still fifteen. There was no way she drove all the way from Nebraska herself.

That meant his mom or dad might be here.

He took her chart and hurried to the bed she was in.

"Is mom here?" He asked immediately, closing the curtain behind him. So far it was just her.

"Sorry– uh, how are you?" He muttered, dragging a chair up beside the bed.