#Chapter 102: Light a Candle

Darren The air was colder up here. Thicker, too, like it was leaving me breathless. I didn’t know if it was the cold wind or the weight pressing down on my chest that made it harder to breathe, but either way, the ache settled in deeper and deeper the longer I stood there in the snow. Emilia’s grave hadn’t changed much since the last time I had visited. The stone was still smooth and polished as if she had just been buried yesterday, even though it had been years. Years. And still, even now, I could almost hear her voice scolding me for staying away so long. But coming back here always felt like reopening a wound that I had tried so hard to let scar over. Maybe that was selfish of me. Maybe that made me a bad brother. But now, with everything that had happened with Aria—I couldn’t stay away any longer. I had to my sister, even if she wasn’t here to hear it or say anything back. Emilia was always my best friend in the entire world. She was the