"I saw her today. She's alive!" I said, confused about what to feel. I saw the fleeting surprise in his eyes, but what confused me was his expression that morphed into ire. Nana Mena started crying her heart out.
"Andrea...my Andrea..." she sniffled.
"Dammit..." he whispered the word with indignation before releasing a deep breath. His reaction to what I had just said floored me. Neither happiness nor great surprise at the news was registered in his eyes, rather he was upset. It was not the reaction I expected from him. In my mind, he would cry for joy and waste no time finding them and getting his sister back to our home. It turned out I would be disappointed. Very disappointed that I thought I had come home with terrible news for him.
I looked at him in the eye. "You're not telling m
