this stranger knows more about her brother than she does. the thought occurs to her briefly && she reminds herself quickly that it’s her own fault ( she’s the one that walked away ) before she can acknowledge the sting of jealousy. the smile on her lips is REAL && if she thought it would be accepted she’d offer a hand in comfort. she’s far from the only one grieving. “i w i s h i could say something to — i don’t know. i haven’t talked to him in years to know what to say” she admits, guilt churns in her stomach “are you okay??”