My Hockey Bully Stepbrother
Summer's face had gone very still.
"Gray," she said softly.
"There's no fixing it," I said. "I need you to understand that. It's going to get worse. I'm going to forget things. I already do. I might forget my dad. I might forget Crew. I might forget myself eventually." I looked at her. "I don't want to forget you. I know that probably sounds strange given that you've only been in this house a short time but it's true. And I keep video clips on my phone, of conversations, of moments, so that when I lose them I can find them again."