Nevaeh
To say I'm not pleased to see my brother would be a lie. I've missed him so much. He holds me so close to him for an age, it seems. He lets me cry against him, and he sheds a few of his own tears, tears of relief at seeing me alive. I have missed him so much, but he can't be here. God only knows what will happen next.
When Chance finally lets go of me, he sits on the edge of my bed. He doesn't let go of my hand, so I sit beside him. When we were little, we always held hands, no matter where we were. We were so close our father used to joke that we were Siamese twins stuck together with superglue. My mother used to say it warmed her heart to know how much we loved each other.
Even at school, we were best friends. No one could ever come between Chance and me. We had the same friend
