My mother used to say there were moments in your life that defined you. Moments that you knew, while you were living them, you would never forget. Looking at Jackson’s reflection, hearing the panic in my father’s voice, I know that this is one of them. A turning point. A new beginning.

I will never be alone again. I will never be anyone’s victim. A deep warmth overtakes me, and it’s the best high, knowing we are never, ever on our own. Even in death. I want to shout what I know to the grey sky. I want to go back and kiss Elliot. All these people in the world, waiting and wishing to connect with their loved ones. They can’t, but I can. I can help them. And knowing this, knowing I have some sort of worth, some sort of purpose in this life, lifts my spirits in a way I never thought possible. I take my candy bar and walk back down the hall. Without even looking behind me, I know my brother’s still there.

About The Author

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Eva Konstantopoulos hasn't been able to sleep in a very long time. Currently, she lives and writes in Southern California.