My sister’s Dina’s last words were “I’m telling you, that hamburger tasted like it had boogers on it.”
My sister’s Siena’s last words were “Are you saying… it was a hamboorger?”
My mother’s last words were “Tony, do you see that-”
My father’s last words were “Oh God – hold on, girls. Hold on!”
Then the car plunged off the side of the road and sank darkly into a drainage canal full of icy slush. And poof! the Radegan family was finished.
Well, except for me.
Apparently I didn’t get the memo.
“Thank you Jonah.”
He lowers his head at the break in my voice. I ignore the moisture in his eyes and pretend that mine don’t sting.
“For what?” he whispers.
“For showing me that people can change. Even if it is one person out of a million.”
What am I supposed to do?
I can’t lose her, not completely. She’s right; our split was inevitable. But not like this. Not forever. And part of me was hoping… maybe not at all. Maybe something would change at the last minute – isn’t that how things usually happen for me? For us?