“Oh my god,” he yelped. “Oh my god, Mom.”
He searched my face for some sort of an answer.
“She’s going to be all alone!” he shouted.
I nodded.
“Say something!”
It’s common for people to be angry, especially those who don’t see the end coming.
“I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry? I’m only fourteen!” Corbin let out a sob and his knees gave out.
I kneeled in front of him.
“I thought,” he started, but stopped himself.
“What?”
He didn’t look at me. “I thought I’d be braver when—”
“Corbin.” I waited until he dragged his gaze up to my face. “You’ve been so good to me. You’ve been my friend when anyone else would be too afraid. This is what I do. Let me help you.”
I slipped my hand into his.
“What now?” He asked.
I waited for what comes next.
I searched his eyes.
“You should see a light.”
“What light?” He checked over his shoulder.
“You don’t see it?” I asked, as if it were possible to have missed it.
“I don’t see anything,” he whispered. “Does this mean I’m not dead?” A spark of hope flared across his face.