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The sound of Kyra crying tears of joy filled the roo with her

CHAPTER THIRTY - ETHAN

I shoved ifts I had for Kyra I was hoping to catch her before she walked back into the fucking room but ere all so focused on Mark’s answer that she slipped in before I could catch her Now, she was hugging her father’s neck while we all stood there in shock and I felt like I was intruding on a private moment meant for just the two of them

So, I left the room

I went out to the nurse’s station to get some air Well, not fresh air, but air nonetheless That roo croith all the s that had just happened We got Mark’s per out of our ho behind the secrets and the laughter that had buried itself into the walls over the years

We’d be leaving our childhood home that held so many memories for us

I thought about Mo like this I thought about all the holidays we’d spent without her and how e devastating I hated re about what occurred that day Kyra called sobbing before we even knehat the fuck was going on and I could still remember the way Chance screamed when he turned on the television

I reet to the airport I reet h the airport I didn’t knohat the hell I thought I was going to do in the da house

Sit there and listen to how some plane crashed in a damn field and left no survivors

Mom and Dad loved Kyra That h to accept so like this? Obviously, Mark did, which meant Mom probably would She was always a sucker for romance and shit like that Dad was the quiet one Always kept to himself, like Harper did I always used to think about hoeird he fucking was How he didn’t wanna get out and enjoy life and go on rides with me and shit when I offered

He had a bike and I couldn’t understand why he’d have a bike but not ride the da

I later ca didn’t work That waswith the death ofmentioned it That was just hoere It was too much for us Their deaths were partially e’re all so da work to deal with it

I told myself that when I was done with Dad’s motorcycle, I’d sell it and be over it But instead, I kept his bike as ht with my own damn money

I just wasn’t ready to give it away

As I fingered the gifts in my pockets, I couldn’t help but wish the two of them were here