After getting dressed, I go downstairs to the kitchen where I see Marco and Reggie sitting far apart at the counter. There are four bar stools spread equally across the kitchen island, for which Marco is at the far right and Reggie on the far left. My dad is standing in front of them reading the newspaper. With a glance, I glanced around and noticed Dylan everywhere. Once I got to the counter, Marco looked into my eyes and smiled. "Good morning Sis." At that point, Reggie snapped his head to look at me to smile a little too much. I gave him a faint smile and then look back at my brother.
"Good morning Cara." Dad told me to break some of the awkwardness.
"Good morning everyone. "Where did Dylan go?" I asked because, for some weird reason, all I could think about is him. I want him to be n
