Things were just starting to look up. Kieran was beginning to be happy with his job, happy in his own mind. He could wake up in the morning and not be filled with thoughts of dread and guilt and remembrance, but with thoughts of her. He was in love. He thought nothing could bring him down. But he would have never imagined this.
Two little girls with bright eyes and loud giggles, both of whom he’d given piggyback rides to, showing them what the world looked like from a giant’s eyes. They were both so smart for their age, he could see it in them, and they made him want to be a father someday. He knew that might not happen, but those girls had given him hope.
He didn’t want to voice his own grief, however, because the real grief was not his. This wasn’t his battle. He wished he could be Milo for a moment, or even Cooper, again. Without a character to slip into, he created one. He would be the Helper.
“What can I get you?” he asked the nearest person. Everyone needed something today.
