“I’m not your sister.”
“You know this is the same bridge, right?”
she sobbed, holding onto my body for dear life.
“The same fucking spot, Joey!”
No.
I didn’t know that.
“Nobody was there to stop her,” she continued, crying hard and ugly.
“Nobody was there to stop my sister, but I’m here now.
I’m here to stop my best friend’s brother from following my sister!”