She stood there, silent, looking back up at the stars for a very long time. “Then it has to be me, doesn’t it? If I don’t do this then it will fall on somebody else and it might be even harder for them. They would have to be braver than me.” My voice caught in my throat as I said, “I don’t think there is anyone braver than you, sweetheart.” She wrapped her arms around herself. “We don’t always get to be who we want to be, do we?”
