Wherever You Are

I gasp as I squeeze my eyes closed, ready to hear the killer bullet from the gun impact my brother’s chest. It never comes. The only thing at I hear is the soft chuckle as the officer opens his driver door and sits, starting up the car again and pulling out of the driveway. I turn in my seat, watching my brother become only a little smudge still standing in our driveway. “Calum,” I whimper silently, keeping my eyes on the spot he had disappeared.