And she navigated us there, by ourselves, in the dark.
I said we should have caught a taxi and she said, ‘Haven’t you ever heard of human trafficking?’, which was insane because Taken hadn’t even come out yet, so how the fuck did she know about human trafficking?
We got back to the hotel and our parents weren’t there.
No one was looking for us, no one was waiting for us.
They hadn’t even realised we were missing.
We gave ourselves showers, got into robes that were too big for us, and climbed into the same bed even though we each had one. We ordered up room service and watched Cheaper by the Dozen and secretly wished we lived in a family as big and poor as theirs.
My whole childhood is littered with memories of being alone and lonely and abandoned and disregarded in our family, and the only part that makes it feel okay is that Bridget was there with me. Through all the ways our parents failed us, my sister did not. My sister is the lace trimming around all of it and I’m watching my fiancé do his absolute and undeniable best to give my sister breath again.
But he can’t.
She’s already gone.
Kekoa
2:00AM
Wake up
Miguel answer your fucking phone
It’s 2am
Jules is shot
In London
Give me her adress
Fucking now Miguel