Watching her fall from the maze nearly shatters my restraint, but hearing her call for me pushes me past the edge. For the first time since losing my sister, I swear I can feel my heart. It’s not just the pulsing in my veins; it’s the pounding against my chest, a stark reminder that I still have one. She’s reminding me I’m alive, and that's something no one has ever done for me. Not even Alyson.
