I hated to be the one being the downer here, but I had seen hope bloom on his face. It was heart-warming how much he seemed to care about his sister. I could tell he loved her. But that only made me think of my own brother and how much I missed him. Kyle, if someone gave me hope he was still alive, would I not react the same way he had just done? Of course I would. But I knew for definite he was not. I understood his need to know. If Kyle had just vanished, I would be the same. There would always be that nagging need to know where he was, what happened. I missed him.
Xanda marched back over to the box that was sitting on his desk. He picked it up and moved to the center of the room where there was an open space on the floor. He gracefully sat himself down, then started pulling all the pap
