Jack of Harts

I was thirty going on a hundred when my world came to an end. The world I loved. Yosemite fell and killed my parents. I sat down in a chair in my mom’s hospital room and didn’t stand up again. I was done. Everything I cared about was gone, I had nothing to live for, and I just stopped. Then they came back for me. You gave them different names, but they will always be Julie and Alex to me. The best girls in all the worlds. The ones that got away. They did what no doctor or psychiatrist could ever do. They came back for me in my darkest hour, they put me back together, and then they sent me out to do what I had to do.