Broken Knight (All Saints High, #2)

by L.J. Shen

“No visitors,” I barked. “And no questions, either.” Dad yelled at me not to yell. Mom coughed that I was her favorite psycho, and she was here if I needed to talk.

That’s what we did for the next half hour. I just held him while he sobbed. I asked him to understand that even after I was gone, I still loved him, fiercely. Begged him not to feel the betrayal that can accompany the loss of a parent, to know that no part of me wanted to leave him and his brother and father behind. That I’d lived, breathed, and thrived because they were with me. That I’d fought for every day, until I couldn’t anymore, because they were worth the struggle.