“Air Cadets require parental permission, which I have withdrawn. If you turn up, they’ll send you away.”I closed my eyes in realisation that he ...was right. “Mum would be ashamed of you; you know that? She was kind and generous. You’re just spiteful and greedy.” I stalked away in disgust, not giving him time to reply.That night I spoke privately with Dan in the study, giving him orders to have Uncle Will abducted and thrown off a cliff somewhere. Dan smiled kindly and just told me that we didn’t. I didn't say anything when my mother gave me the delicious pancakes and my older sister was on her silly phone the entire time.I was glad to see her go out the front door and run to her school bus because I didn't want her to witness my pleading with my mom to open my closet door so I could get my schoolbooks and my backpack. I remembered a similar incident with the closet when I was only about five years old and still just a little kid. That seemed so long ago now and I was much closer to. Around the middle of August, Bryce one night after we had been watching TV, looked at me and said let's go to bed, and started going upstairs to our bedroom. Now he'd been doing well about maneuvering stairs, but it surprised me when he wanted to go to our bed, I'd been so used to us sleeping in his chair and the couch. We got in our room, and he carefully climbed into bed, laying on his back, which he hated, but because of the injuries, he wasn't able to lay on his side yet. I cuddled up to. ‘Indeed, you are,’ I said, immediately cursing my flippant response. You replied, ‘You’re biting your lip, baby. Stop, I’m here now.’ Again, you knew what to say, and I let go of my bottom lip, knowing it was already swollen from my unconscious habit of gnawing on it when nervous. I felt that familiar calm envelope me, that feeling you could elicit so easily. I merely listened to your breathing through the phone. ‘Camden? You’re coming up,’ I said simply, knowing we’d no longer need to lament.