The night my parents died, it was raining.
Not the gentle kind of rain that makes people feel calm.
It was violent.
Cold.
Merciless.
I remember sitting in the hospital corridor, my feet dangling from the metal chair because I was too small for it. My hands wouldn't stop shaking.
I kept telling myself one thing.
"They'll be okay. Mom promised."
But promises don't always survive reality.
The doctor walked toward me slowly, his face heavy with something I didn't understand yet.
Then he said the words that destroyed my world.
"I'm sorry… we couldn't save them."
For a moment, I heard nothing.
No rain.
No footsteps.
No voices.
Just silence.
And then suddenly—
Arms wrapped around me tightly.
My older sister.
Olivia.
She was crying harder than I had ever seen anyone cry. But when she held my face, her voice was strong.
"I'm here," she said.
"I'm not leaving you."
"I promise."
That promise became the only thing keeping me alive.
I didn't know then…
That one day, I would have to choose between saving her life — or losing her forever.