Lies, Love, and Loss

y when the police told me my

ing accident. A fall. His

t from a bride to a w

talking. My hand stayed on my stomach, a constant, protective

at and offered words I didn't hear. They told me to be strong for

older brother was coming home. Mark Reed. He' d been doing humanit

blance was more than just familial; it was shocking. The same dark hair,

ost in my l

ould freeze. I found myself staring at him, tracing the lines of his fac

estless dance inside me. I went downstairs for a glass o

n the hallway. I shouldn't list

eful, somber tone, but a laugh I knew better

my own breathing. The study door was slightly ajar. I could hear every