We were married to brothers, and both men had saved us in a way. Meer was her entire world like Quasim was for me, and we both held them above anyone. If Ellis never jumped in front of him, we would have been attending Meer’s funeral instead. It was a reality that either of us wanted to think or talk about. It remained in the back of our heads, and the constant ache in our chests that we couldn’t stop.
i know that ellis’s death is gonna stick with simmy for awhile
