The Potter, second post

I sighed in relief when I saw the glossy Lexus pull up. I watched as Kerry’s father stepped out and open the door for Kerry. My stomach clenched. Kerry was so thin. You could see how exhausted she was. How much she wanted to give up. But she wouldn’t; because Kerry was strong. Stronger than me, than anyone.
Kerry had terminal cancer. Kerry and her dad disappeared, and a moment later I could hear her slow footsteps up to her bedroom. When she opened the door, her smile was so wide I wanted to cry.
“Elise! Hi! How are you?” I asked excitedly.
I jumped up and hugged her tightly. I could feel her shoulder blades, the skin stretched tight. Kerry had been my best friend since we were three years old. We met in preschool and have been inseparable since. I didn’t answer her question, but I knew she wouldn’t want to hear the full answer. I was angry and scared.