Chapter 31: FACING HEARTACHE TO FEEL WHOLE

With a heart full of dread and my stomach in knots, I let Flynn lead me upstairs. We stopped outside Adam's door. Flynn reached out and turned the handle. The door opened, and the first thing I saw was Adam's prized possession - his signed, framed Wez Welker number eighty-three jersey hanging on his wall. Next to it was a cabinet where he shelved his football trophies.

My dad made the cabinet when Adam won his third one when he was seven years old. That's when we knew he was going to be a football star. He'd have been a huge celebrity football player in time. Everyone who knew Adam said so.

My eyes continued to scan the room and rested on his bed. My breath caught in my throat because the room smelled of Adam. My throat closed with emotion when I pictured him lying there asleep, in my mind's eye. His room was neat, just like Adam. He was always organized. I closed the door and breathed a heavy sigh of grief, as more tears rolled down my face.