He was twenty-one years old when he died. He was smart, strong, and good-looking — and he wore it lightly. He taught his little sister how to throw a punch, how to read a room, how to look for the light in the dark. This is her account of who he was, how she lost him, and how she carried it for thirty-eight years — until God said it was time to write it down. Scott is a memoir about grief and guilt. About a frequency between two people that the world has no proper name for. About faith that survived fury. About the kind of love that doesn't end when someone walks out of a bedroom door and doesn't come back. For everyone who has ever lost someone and couldn't find the words. This book found them.