"Zakara?" I called out but realized I was back in the hospital room. Unfortunately, I am not alone.
My brother Rick was in the room, standing in front of the window with his arms crossed.
"Who is Zakara?" Rick asks. I quickly avert my eyes to not look at him when he asks again.
"Who is Zakara?"
"No one," I said quickly. "I was just dreaming. I'm sorry."
His facial expression tells me he doesn't believe me. However, he doesn't press the question further. Instead, he uncrosses his arms and walks towards my bed. He stands there thinking about what to say to me.
"They say that when one has a secret, many others know it as well. Yet, your secret is extremely difficult to uncover. Why, I have no idea. But I know you and Dad were hiding something. I will find out and when I do, his smile sa
