Chapter 5 · free to read
One letter. I had spent three years believing it stood for my own name.
The three of us had been circling the same drowning for three years, each carrying a different piece of the guilt.
I had come all this way to finish a letter. I hadn't come to bury my brother a second time.
We ran toward the water that had taken him, three shadows against a sky just beginning to bruise into dawn.
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