My younger sister, Elizabeth, took my wife’s death last year as hard as I did. She looked up to Em like a true sister and even lived with us during Em’s brutal passing. But when she needed me the most, I went to a dark place for a long time. I should have been there for my sister and my daughter, but I just couldn’t. I could hardly be there for myself. And now, my only goal is to get my four-year-old daughter out of Paris and go back home where we belong. If this email from Ronan means what I think it means, I might have my opportunity.
