
Then came the line that broke me.
Mary wrote:
If there’s only one Bennett twin walking across that stage, I still want Mom to feel like both of us made it.
I pressed the letter against my chest.
A sound came out of me that I didn’t recognize.
Ethan wrapped his arms around me.
And I collapsed against him.
FOR WEEKS, I HAD REFUSED TO CRY IN FRONT OF ETHAN
I kept telling myself:
He lost his sister.
He needs his mother to be strong.
So I cooked.
Handled paperwork.
Answered relatives.
Sorted Mary’s things.