It was late. Justin stood in front of Molly’s window, watching the moon reflect off the pool. Exiting the bathroom, Molly walks into her bedroom and crawls into bed. “Do you like your room?” Justin asks. He had just spent the last hour painting different colored flowers through-out the mid section of the walls. She nods, “It’s nice.” Her voice is low and detached. Sitting down beside her, Justin looks at his sister, “I know it hurts. But it’ll get better.” “How do you know that?” she asks, her blue eyes glowing under the moonlight. Sighing, he looks down at his hands. “I just have too.” She nods, “I guess.” Taking her hand in his, he forces a smile, “But we have each other. That means something, right?” She nods, smiling sadly, “Yeah.” “Two peas in a pod,” he jokes, gently pushing her with his shoulder. She chuckles softly, “Who would have thought?” He smiles, kissing her forehead, “Are you going to sleep?” Molly shrugs, “I’m not very tired.” “Do you want me to tell you a story?” She laughs, “Seriously?” He shrugs, “Why not?” Still smiling, she lies down under the covers and closes her eyes, “Okay.” He smiles, thinking back to all the stories their mother used to tell them at night before bed when they were small, and begins to recite the one that he remembers Molly liked best.