“I know,” I whisper. “I wish that’s what happened.” Something in his eyes changes. Like he didn’t expect that. How could he not? He knows how much I love Chloe. She’s always been a better person than me, destined for bigger things. She was going to be an Olympian. Known around the world for how she sailed across the ice. How she made every movement look effortless. How she made life look effortless. More people loved her, more people were devastated by her loss than would ever be hurt by mine. If one of us needed to end up in a grave, it should’ve been me.
