41.1
Wesley
Landon sits in the passenger seat, silent tears streaming down his face as he reads the letter for the tenth time.
Never in my brother’s thirty-two years on this earth have I seen him react this way. I have never understood how my brothers fall so deeply for complete strangers and whether Landon wants to admit it or not, he has fallen for Allie.
I am a firm believer that he needs to focus on himself before allowing someone into his life, but if Allie’s strength that she has shown even in her darkest moment is any indication of what lies beneath the hurt, I believe my brother may have met his match, just at the wrong time.
The GPS signals thirty minutes remaining, and Landon looks over. Holding the letter close to his chest, he asks, “Do you have something I can write on and a pen?”
I point to the glove compartment that I stocked with paper and pens before we left. I know my brother and knew the moment he read this letter, he would reply.
“Lan?” He glances up just as his pen hits the paper. “Before you make a promise to Allison, remember the one you just made to me.”
“I promise.” And with that, he starts writing.