When Sammy took off, John was all I had.
I was angry with Sam, of course. But how could I hate him for pursuing what he wanted? It wasn't his fault mom died. Why should he suffer for it? It was fair for at least one of us to get a good life, and I wasn't gonna be the one who destroyed his happiness.
For a long time John and I were alone. Hunting. We took down everything we came across – we were good.
It wasn't happily ever after… but it was enough.
I found comfort in having dad by my side.
I was loved.