Nina

The music hums in the background, a mix of laughter and clinking glasses filling the air. It’s not raucous, not wild—it’s a celebration, but one tempered by grief. Parker and Luke deserved this moment, a night where we remember their lives, not just their deaths.

I’m standing near the bonfire, watching Callie talk animatedly to Dominic about something I can’t quite hear. For a moment, the weight on my chest feels manageable, almost light.

Then I hear the commotion.

The energy ...