The memory of us will be left in the pictures we take, the glass we repurpose. It will be in the wind and the floorboards and the walls of the silo. We’ll leave our mark on this world, and we’ll do it together because we’ve always been tied. Lucky came into my life at ten, but he’s not leaving. And when I think of it like that, I realize there’s nothing to fear when it comes to us. Adventure can call. Time can, too. But neither will take Lucky from me. He’s already written himself into my heart.
