She went to her kitchen cabinet and reached up for the closest shot glass. Turns out it said Palm Springs on it. She almost started to cry but instead slowly poured a small shot of Bombay Saphire into it and drank it up. She made a face as she wasn’t a big drinker so the shock of the taste hit her hard. 

After that she wanted to be clean so she hopped in the shower, stood there staring at her tube map of London shower curtain, thinking. Wanting to cry. Yell. Break down. Throw something.. But instead she washed her hair and finished her gin. 

Why him? You see she had prepared or been preparing herself for her parents passing away, but not her brother missing. 

They were three months apart and very close. He always had her back when she was growing up. When she was being bullied in the 2nd, 3rd 4th, 5th and 6th grade he was there..he would run up behind me and save the day. He jumped right in and said..

Leave my sister alone. 

Don’t make me tell you again. 

I wish I could do that for him.

Leave my brother alone. 

 I haven’t heard from him since the 9th. I miss him. I feel like a part of me is lost. Gone. I want to hear his voice. 

I can sit her. She can sit her and drink gin shots, hope her ex will hold her/kiss her and tell her everything is going to be alright. But he won’t. 

But it won’t be. 

Life had changed. Shifted. They were raised in the crib and the picture is here to prove it. 

She still has heard nothing. Is he warm? Safe? Lost? Lonely? 

Is he…..OKAY??