Memory and The Last Goodbye

flight to Orego

him. Even if it

dress. A small cabin

wheel. The Vermont landscape, so familiar, so full of

Smoke curled from the

n she s

ck to her. The same broad sh

er ribs. "Ethan?" she whispe

iping sweat

ound his eyes she didn' t r

She was young, pretty, her ha

es. The pa

mile. He walked to her, put his arm

ed, hidden

such tenderness. The wa

lity. This was the m

rah. He didn't k

, "He doesn't remember anything." She had clung to

as she watched

anger. A stranger we

any times. Running to him, his ar

was a cold

a new life, a new lov

as there anything of

eath and stepped o

again, and they

es met

hing. Just a polite

ed. "Can we

rds, the ones about who she wa

She couldn't shatter

for Ash," she said.

ce. Ethan' s voice. But it

e forming quickly. "Grace Miller. I th

rrowed. "Yo

ion kind. "Ash doesn't remember his

said, looking at Ash. "He thought y

d slowly. "I don'

ntly. "Please, come ins

l. She needed to sit

as cozy. A fire cra

watched Sarah, his ga

'm your brother?

Ethan. He was a smokejumper. He was lo

said. It wasn't unkind,

g a smile. "It's just... seeing

and on Ash' s arm. "We've be

, their lives intertwined. Olivia' s

The ghost from a lif

's alright," Sarah said. "To get to know

a said warmly. "We

ay as long as y

. Not

new kin