Chapter Seven“Nina, what is it?” A twelve year old Samantha, bored of waiting on her mom to conclude another meeting, had gone wandering the grounds of the Château d'Yvoire, ARC's headquarters. She found her sister staring at an old photograph of their parents, tears running freely down her face. She sat down beside her, placed an arm around Nina's shoulder, and squeezed.
Nina reached up and gripped her hand in reply, not looking up. “I miss him. I only knew Madden briefly, and even then the memories are fleeting.”
“I never knew him,” Samantha mused. “I can't miss a photograph. But he's not gone, is he? Pop's just elsewhere. As long as that's the case, you're never truly alone. Besides, you've got me, and Mom.”
Now Nina did lean into her. “Thanks, Sammy. It's good to have you around. We
