“Absolutely.”
She leaned against my shoulder, and soon she was talking about college again, the classes she wanted to take, and the places she hoped to visit.
For two years, I had feared that moving forward meant losing what remained of Felix.
But watching Emma dream about her future with her brother’s photograph beside her, I finally understood.
Felix never wanted his sister to stop living for him.
He wanted her to keep going.
And she had found a way to take him with her without leaving herself behind.
