"Darry!" I screamed, and the next thing I knew I had him around the waist and was squeezing the daylights out of him.
"Darry," I said, "I’m sorry…"
He was stroking my hair and I could hear the sobs racking him as he fought to keep back the tears.
"Oh, Pony, I thought we’d lost you… like we did Mom and Dad…"
That was his silent fear then—- of losing another person he loved. I remembered how close he and Dad had been, and I wondered how I could ever have thought him hard and unfeeling. I listened to his heart pounding through his T-shirt and knew everything was going to be okay now. I had taken the long way around, but I was finally home. To stay.