The red and blue lights flashed and the whales of parents and neighbors filled the no longer silent street. The realization hit Vance again and again. His brother was dead and it was all his fault. There was no way to fix and another death wasn't going to fix it. His or someone else's. How was he to deal with so much grief and pain? Was life important to live anymore and if so what would he do. Life was a mess and so was the room upstairs...
