Trevor Conklin was handsome and cool. Soon after our trip, I resigned as his caregiver, but continued on as his friend. Two weeks ago, when I went to visit Trevor on his 21st birthday, I found him lying on the floor of his bedroom, finally at peace. The new caregiver, a kind woman in her 60s named Anna was sobbing. She, like me, knew just how special he was.
He was faking, of course. Anna quit the next day.