That wasn’t entirely true, though I couldn’t admit it out loud.

I had never stopped loving Brandon or missing his laughter around the house, but grief had twisted itself around my memories over the years.

There were moments when I remembered his bright smile and felt absolutely certain he had been taken from us, and other times, when I replayed the detailed accident reports and remembered the calm authority in Austin’s voice, terrible doubts crept into my mind.

I had never doubted Brandon’s love, but I had certainly begun to doubt my own judgment.