I went up stairs. I was going to go to my room but my eyes locked on Luke's old room down the hall. I wondered if it had been given to one of the brothers. I wondered if his scent still lingered inside. I walked down the hall and tried the door. It opened with a creak.
I looked inside and saw a picture of Luke and who I assume was his family on the side. I walked in and closed the door. I went to his bed and laid down burying my head in a pillow and I hailed deeply. It was faint, time had almost washed it away. But it was there. Luke. I pulled the pillow closer and sniffed again.
It hurt and eased the pain. Knowing a small part of him was still here. Under his pillow was an envelope. I picked it up. It had my parents address on it and my name. I sat up and opened the letter. It was my
