I know it's dark and I miss my best friend but, there's so much similarities between the two here.

“Hades,” Aunt Sheryl calls out, her voice loud enough to grab both his and her attention.

That's when I see it, I should have known the moment I laid eyes on the custom Dr. Martin boots. “Bear,” she calls out, running to me while the man behind her yells at her to stop running.

“Tee,” I exhale, wrapping my arms around her. Aunt Sheryl murmurs an "oh". Tee begins to sob, her hands ...