–Livana–
I extended my arms to my sister while remaining seated. She came to me shaking, crying, sobbing so hard it seemed to steal the air from her lungs. I wrapped her in my arms and kissed the crown of her head. She burrowed against my chest, her grief pouring out of her like a broken dam.
"I'm here," I whispered. My own eyes burned, vision blurring as tears gathered despite my restraint.
That was when I saw Damien. He dropped the bags in his hands the moment he caught sight of me.
"Liva!" He ran toward us and pulled both Laura and me into his arms. "You're alive!" He was crying too. It was almost ironic—both of them unraveling at the same time. I had always thought Damien would be Laura's steady shoulder, the one holding her up.
