Hannah stood in my doorway with her duffel bag and my gray hoodie already on.
« Bro, you’re missing the best weekend of the year. »
« It’s a church retreat, » I said. « The highlight is adults pretending board games are fun. »
She grinned. « You’re just bitter because you can’t beat me at Scrabble. »
Mom called from downstairs. « Hannah, let’s go. »
Hannah looked at my sling and softened. « Seriously, don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone. »
« You’re missing the best weekend of the year. »
That was the last normal thing she ever said to me.
By Saturday afternoon, she was gone.
Mom’s story never changed. Hannah twisted her ankle that morning, so they stayed back while the others started the trail. Then Mom stepped away for less than a minute to take Moira’s call.
