BOOK 31
In his mind
December 22nd. Christmas was approaching and, like every year, my brother and I would have spent it together. Alone, but together.
This year Rachel’s parents invited Josh to spend Christmas Eve with them and he insisted that I’d go too. But I didn’t want to. To me Josh was my family, no one else. So I told him to go and not to worry about me. In the end, Christmas Eve was just one day like another; it was Christmas that mattered.
Since my mother died, he and I always spent it together. With our father before he abandoned us, then with Aunt Mindy, then with Uncle Jacob, but often alone. He was the only fixed point in my life. The only one. And he would have remained forever.
That morning we were in the attic to fix things and Josh had insisted on opening our mother'
