Comfort between Breaths

I broke down as the news entered my ears and my heart shattered into hundreds of beautiful pieces. It hurt to breath; it brought pain to think about that one dreadful word, “death.” Between the sobbing and the meltdowns and hugs I forced my brothers to give me, my heart cried, “I am not my own!” I am not my own!? How can it be? Neither was Riley. Riley wasn’t his own, and he wasn’t mine. He was all my friend and a friend to all, and most importantly, he was a friend of His precious Savior....