He texts: “You’re late for your chemo. I’m outside the cancer center. Where are you?”
LEO I’m not sick. I mean — I am, but that’s not why I’m here. You took care of my roommate. Marcus. The one with the brain tumor.
JUNE Every single day.
June drives. In the passenger seat: a BINDER labeled “JUNE: MEDICAL RECORDS.” Inside: forged lab reports, fake oncologist letters, a pill bottle with no label.
She tosses the phone onto the binder. Pulls into a strip mall.
She injects the morphine into his IV port. Gene’s eyes go soft.