ALLISON.

My knees locked in place as my breath hitched. I couldn’t move, couldn’t blink. There he was. Sullivan. My brother. Standing in front of me, alive, when he shouldn’t be. Shit, am I dreaming?

“Why are you so quiet? Is that how you greet your brother?” His voice was calm, almost teasing.

I hoped I could just laugh and think that this was nothing but a sick prank but I couldn’t respond. My throat felt paralyzed like all the air had been sucked out of the room. I could ...