Emma laughed.
“He would have said he could’ve gotten better grades.”
“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.
