I remembered when it struck me that only Madison was crying in the background. I remembered busting into the room to find Luna’s bed empty. I remembered the frantic search as I yelled for Bree, my heart still clinging to hope that Luna had just gotten out of bed and gone downstairs. But carved into my soul for the rest of my days would be the earth-shattering sound of Asher shouting, “Not her daddy! My daddy!”
NO NO NO NO NO THERE IS NO WAY BRUH HE DID NOT SURVIVE THAT SHIT
