As I drive down the road, leaving my brother behind, my mind rolls over everything that has happened. My mum’s diagnosis, my brother’s confession about their sacrifice, and his words, ‘Mum would prefer you to be out with friends than sitting downstairs alone.’
I bite my lower lip, frowning before making a decision. I indicate, taking the next turning, following the roads away from my mother’s house and toward the place I want to be.
The roads are eerily quiet. Only a few stray sets of headlights cut through the gloom as I navigate my way through the quaint streets and out into the sparse countryside. I drive slowly as the first flakes of snow begin to settle on my windshield, only a light dusting, yet enough to require me to turn on my wipers. I hunch closer to the window, peering throug
