Kelly spoke. He said, “Hold on to me.” He said, “As tightly as you can.” He said, “I know it hurts.” He said, “I know what it feels like.” He said, “But we’ll find him.” He said, “We’ll find him and bring him home.” Carter never spoke, but I could feel the sharpness of it along the bonds, though he tried to keep it from us. In these moments, alone with his brother, with his tether, he allowed himself to grieve.
