“Leo, my brother, died when he was six,” I say, staring blankly out at the rain. “I watched him go slowly. It was cancer. He was my best friend. He looked up to me, ya know? But I couldn’t save him. He just got sicker and sicker, until he was too weak to fight anymore.” I huff out a breath and close my eyes. “He was all I had and one day he was just gone. I feel like it’s happening all over again.”
