Why did I tell her?
If I’d held on for twenty-four more hours, I would have been gone, and everything might not have been optimal, but big brother John is better than nothing.
I destroyed that.
At least I can relive those few seconds when I did have her. For that moment, she cared as much as I did. But I guess it’s not enough for her, or maybe it’s too much.
"Food?" Dad asks after we enter the house.
"Sure." I wasn’t hungry, but if Dad offered, he was probably stressed and needed to do a fire. I’m glad we did something tonight together, but I’m wishing for an ending that didn’t include Gen running away from me.
Dad pulls a pack of hamburger patties, cheese, and buns, and we follow him outside to his grilling pit. We don’t say anything as he cooks, just watch the fire.
He plates us u
