Marieugenia Cardona

Grand Parade

Losing Ryker was the hardest thing. I could survive my parents’ death. I barely survived by brother's, but losing Ryker was like losing the sun, which is probably why Syd suggested Ireland; surely here we’d never see the sun again. Yet, as she pulled the curtains from my bedroom window, a strong light bathed the room, reminding me the sun was where it always was, but Ryker wasn’t.