Mike yawned and stretched in his bed. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. His chest felt like it had been punched repeatedly with a sledgehammer. Heartache was like that, Sarah had said. "You made your bed, you lie in it."
She hadn't been happy with his announcement. None of them had been. He knew it was just because they just weren't seeing as clearly as he was. He sighed and headed to the bathroom.
Mike stepped into the shower and couldn't help but think about all that had happened.
It's not like he had a choice in the matter. There wasn't any way things could continue like they were. He thought back to when he'd first realized that the time with his sisters was limited. They'd all die one day of course, but this was different. This had come out of nowhere, and when the thought
