Every Year He Planted Sunflowers for His Twin Sister—Until One Morning, One Flower Held a Small White Box

to help free it. Patrick had been holding her hand the whole time, right up until he let go for one single second to grab the bread sack before the wind carried it into the water. When he looked back up, she had already stepped forward, the mud gave way beneath her, and she was simply gone.

From that day on, he woke up screaming most nights. “I shouldn’t continue reading …