The Last Letter

by Rebecca Yarros

“Thank you,” I said quietly, knowing he couldn’t hear me. “Thank you for her.”

“Sometimes you have to leave so you can know what it is you left. You don’t really value something until you’ve lost it.”

I’ll save you a seat on the other side, brother, but take your time. Take every single second you can. You are the only brother I would have wished for, and my very best friend. And just in case no one ever told you—you’re worthy. Of love. Of family. Of home.

But none of them mattered because, even though she was the woman I loved, to her, I was just a stranger. An unwelcome one at that. Which was more than I deserved.

Yes, I was capable of immense grief, but I was also capable of infinite love.