"Thank you for everything." The soft voice of his sister sounded in his ears, pulling him out of his daze.
His hands clenched as she wrapped her bony arms around him.
Matthew was not reconciled. Why? Why was the world so unfair to them?
His sister was the only family he had left! The world was so cruel to them—it seemed like it wanted to take his only family left, even after everything?
She was his sister, his mother, and his anchor. If he didn't have her… would he be able to deal with anything that came after?
But if he did follow her to the grave, what about the citizens? If he didn't, what about him?
Melissa's eyes lined with tears at the manic look in her brother's eyes, wrapping her thin arms around him even tighter. "No, no, you're going to be fine."
"You're so young…" she sobbed, "I've held you back long enough."
The calm Lord that they knew broke down crying, and his sister couldn't help but do the same.
