---- radiated light. Studying abroad, his schedule was packed. But even though he worked tirelessly, often studying late into the night, he still found time to answer my aimless, rambling emails. Long paragraphs filled with warmth. They got me through the years. Through those long, gray days when everything seemed hopeless. Time passes. People grow old. Even the brightest memories fade. But someone like him-someone that good-was trapped forever in a bloodstained corner of my mind, preserved in grief and silence. My father was a driver for the Mankin family. My mother, a housemaid. But I didn't truly step into the Mankin family home until seven years ago. The day Grayson returned from his studies abroad, my father went to pick him up. ---- On the way back, he caught sight of my mother on the side of the road, locked in an embrace with another man. That man was her first love. Blinded by rage, my father snapped. He ignored Grayson's pleas to stop. And like a madman, he swerved the car off the road, heading straight for the two of them. But in that sudden turn, a truck coming the opposite way couldn't stop in time. It slammed into their car, sending it careening across the road. Asingle moment of fury. A cheap, unspoken affair. Four lives, gone in an instant.