You remembered Sarah. You remembered everything. Just from the flip of her hair you remembered the evocation of her hair draped across the pillow as she slept beside you. Or the smell of her coconut vanilla perfume that intoxicated your lungs every morning. Her smile, the same one she gave you when you made her happy. All that lost to a Pogue. Your own brother. She passed you in the school hallway, brushing past your shoulder

“Sorry.” She mumbled