I was too late.
My gaze raked over his features as he lay there in the leaves. His head was turned, so I couldn’t see his face. It didn’t matter. He was completely still. I knew.
The fallen leaves crunched under my feet with each step I took, sounding loud to my ears. As I took the final steps, I knelt at his side. Reaching out, I was almost afraid to touch him.
Closing my eyes to steady myself, I pressed my hand against the exposed skin around his middle. Cold. My brother was dead. I really was too late.