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“You coming, bro?” Gio pops his head back in.
“Yeah, I’ll be there in a bit.”
Gio nods and leaves the room, closing the door behind him.
Seb stands at the end of the bed, his hands in his pockets, staring at the door.
“What’s going on?”
He sighs heavily, lifting his head to stare at me. “I don’t know how to say this.”
“Say what?”
He pauses, staring at me with a weariness that puts me more on edge.
Just spit it out, Seb.” I sit up straighter, waiting for him to respond.
“He strides to the side of the bed and sits on the edge. He reaches for my hands, rubbing his thumb over my fingers.
“Your brother’s missing. We can’t find him.”
“Wh-what?” I manage to find my words. I stare at Seb, and he stares back at me.
“We looked for him everywhere, but no one has seen him. He shut his phone off, so we can’t track him.”
I don’t say a word.
“Reina, did you hear me?”
I want to speak, but the words won’t come out.
“There’s more,” he whispers.
More? How much worse can it get? My brother ismissing.
Seb swallows a gulp. “He left his meds behind.”
My mind races as his words settle in. He’s alone, with no money or meds to help manage his disorder. He’s a bomb ready to explode at any given moment.
My emotions are running high, and I can’t control them. The tears spill the dam holding them back has broken.
Seb immediately crawls into bed, and I sink into his warmth. I cry against his chest, unable to contain the anguish of not knowing where Josiah is. My head feels like it is splitting in half, bringing on a headache. My mind is engulfed with negative thoughts and worst-case scenarios.
I can’t lose him.
“Shh, it’s ok, Reina,” Seb says in a soothing tone as he tightens his hold on me.
No, it’s not ok.
Chapter 11- Sadie
My heart was breaking over losing dad. The little girl in me still yearns for her father.
I had my father cremated once I was discharged from the hospital and scattered his ashes outside the apple orchard. Others thought I was crazy for giving him a proper burial, but I paid them no mind. Tia and Abuela were the only people who understood why I did what I did.
I had to force myself to focus on the good memories Dad left behind. I had to believe he was possessed by a demon who hurt us more than we could ever imagine possible. There was no point in staying angry at him for what he did because what good would it do?
Nothing.
