“My grandpa.” Mike sighs, heartbroken. It’s a painful sound. “This evening. Cancer.”
Jacob doesn’t know what to say. “I’m sorry?”
Mike starts to cry. Jacob’s hands twist uselessly in his lap. He doesn’t know what to do. “Mike,” he says. He hopes he sounds sincere. He’s never known anyone who died before. “I’m sorry. I wish…” He lets his voice trail off.
He wishes Mike would stop crying. It’s a horrid sound, blubbering like a little kid. His chest hitches with each breath. Jacob wishes Mike had a friend at this school, someone he could call. He doesn’t know what to do.