ALLISON.
When I was younger, I recalled my father asking me to what lengths I was willing to go to save the people that I love. I thought it was a very obvious question with a very obvious answer. I remember saying…
“I would die for the people I love,” I boldly declared, equaling the challenge in my father’s gaze. I was merely seven years old at that time, a pup, and the youngest of the Young family.
My older brother, Sullivan, chuckled at my answer, his gaze locked on the river as he patiently waited for a fish to take the bait. Dad took us fishing that day, but I found myself more captivated by the colorful rocks scattered along the river and the fragrant blanket of grass spread out across the clearing.
“Die for love? Yeah, right. You’d probably just run off and chase butterflies ins
