< had done her best to ease the tension, but even Jamie Camden had been curt, not just towards Jessica Camden, but me as well. By the time everyone had finished eating, I wanted nothing more than to make a quick exit. Karter Camden knew it too. So did Jessica Camden, because >

< she cornered me in the living room while Karter Camden and Jamie Camden were busy with the dishes. Basically gave me a damn ultimatum--either talk with Karter Camden like I desperately wanted to or don't come home that night. Of course, Jessica Camden quickly backtracked in >

< true Jessica Camden fashion and said I could come home regardless of what I did, but I knew she would be disappointed if I let my stubborn nature get the best of me like it had a habit of doing. Stop being a whiny ass, Josh. Karter Camden isn't gone. He's here. He's still >

< breathing. He's alive. Why the Hell are you so fucking worried? My thoughts cause me to frown as I pull my pack of cigarettes out of my pocket and light one up, glancing back at the cabin, dreading the idea of going back in there and facing my brother like I needed to. Why >

< was I so fucking worried? Because I could see the lack of life in his eyes. Because I was afraid that if I blinked or looked away, I would find him dead, this time gone for good. Because I was afraid he was already dead. /Because/ from the moment Jamie Camden had told me >

< my brother had expressed his desire to give up on life, I had been stuck reliving the moment in time I had watched my brother die in my arms years before. But I'd be damned if I admitted it to anyone. Jessica Camden would never understand. And Jamie Camden didn't need to >

< relive that memory either. I was angry. I was terrified. And maybe there was a part of me that hated Karter Camden for it, too*

*Sitting on the ground just outside the closed door of the panic room, I feel myself nodding off within my grief. I wasn't sure how long I had been sitting there, but my ass had long since grown numb. My whole body ached from being in the same position for too long and I >

< couldn't deny the fact that I longed to go home to Jessica Camden for comfort, but I sure as Hell wasn't about to stray far from my brother. I was just thankful Jess understood that, despite struggling with her own grief. I could only imagine how much her grief would >

< intensify if I was honest with her about just how involved I was in what happened. As far as Jessica Camden understood, I had learned of Jamie Camden's death by phone. It was best she didn't know the truth, at least for right now. Jess, unfortunately, was the least of my >

< worries. I couldn't leave Karter Camden. We hadn't spoken since the last time I entered the panic room to give him that damn long sleeve flannel to wear and every now and then I would hear him sobbing, but he never said a word. I was actually surprised when he spoke to >

< Jillian Winchester, though their conversation had been brief. And when Jill left Karter Camden in the panic room and tried to tell me to go home, I all but told her to fuck off. She offered me a sad smile, surprisingly allowed tears to escape down her cheeks, and sat in silence >

< beside me for a while before she went back upstairs to tend to her mother. Hannah was hysterical. In some ways, her sobs were harder to her than Karter Camden's, but their grief was two completely different levels. Hannah had lost her daughter, but Karter...he had lost the >

< piece of him he needed to life. I feared what that meant for him. I feared what that meant for his kids. I feared what that meant for me. I was fucking terrified of losing him. The ledge he had been on up to this point wasn't that far behind him yet. Digging the palms of my >

< hands against my eyes to quell a surprising onslaught of angry tears, my attention is soon drawn to two sets of approaching footsteps. I allow my hands to drop to my lap and see Jillian Winchester approaching with Hannah close to her side, the latter carefully carrying a bowl of >

< water and a soft towel in her hands. Up to that point, Hannah had not been able to bring herself into the panic room to see Jamie Camden and Karter Camden wouldn't let anyone else inside. But all it took was for my eyes to meet Jillian Winchester's and I understood the >

< request. I nodded and rose to my feet, ignoring the aches in my joints and turned to the panic room door. It creaked as I opened it and stepped inside the room. Immediately the bitter chill bit at the exposed skin on my arms and face as I slowly approached where >

< Karter Camden was sitting with his back to me beside the table Jamie Camden's body was on. It felt harder to breathe with each step that brought me closer, but I waited until I reached him to speak and when I came to a stop at Karter's side, I gently placed my hand on his >

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