The red light on the desktop clicked off when I pushed the button Lyra had shown me to end the transmission. I sat back in my chair and sighed. There—I had done it. I had told everyone my story, and hopefully encouraged them to discover their own dreams. To help me make a change in their lives.
But would they? I didn’t know. I could only wait and see what happened when morning came.
For a long moment, none of my friends spoke. Lyra and Brin held hands, their heads close together. Kyer watched me, thoughtful. I stared at the screen which peered into my parents’ bedroom. They sat on their bed, my father’s arm around my mother’s waist, her head on his shoulder. Their lips moved but I couldn’t hear what they were saying. I knew there had to be a key I could push to bring their conversation t
