Fresco couldn't speak past his brother's name. He stared, overwhelmed by the sight of Daniel standing not ten feet from him.
The two years had not been kind, although according to what Garris said and Fresco's own condition when he first came to Last Stand, it was a miracle Daniel was still alive at all. Fresco wasn't sure how he knew it was his brother. There was very little about Daniel he recognized. But, even though his outward appearance would have fooled others, Fresco knew it was him to the core of his being, without a doubt in his mind.
Daniel's face was aged past his twenty years, lined with the hardship of life given over to the blue joy. His hair hung long and ragged, but his clothes seemed clean. He either had someone looking out for him or managed to keep a semblance of huma
