And then I understood what my brother meant. That woman clutched me, sobbing, and I knew what to do, pulling her close, whispering comfort into her hair. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Deciding who lived or died carried such weight. Saving someone suffused me with lightness.

            And that’s what gave me the ability to do what I did later, making the decision to wheel and take Jarod’s bullet in my back. I didn’t save just anyone. I saved my brother. And through him I will go on to save others. Greater love hath no one than this…