By the time the plane landed, it was night. Javian and Kevin were not speaking to each other. Better yet, Javian was not speaking to anyone. He was at everyone's throat. I chose not to engage with him because this information was as shocking to me as it was to him. Heck, I was still confused as to what was happening.
Javian and I could never be related. It was unheard of. We were so different it was impossible not to see it. So we had a few things in common, a lot of people were like us. It didn't mean we were related to all of them. No. We weren't. Yet, this was an entire mess. What did they think? I didn't want to be related to anyone. All my families were gone. If I got another, it just meant that it was another chance for the universe to screw with me, another cycle of watching everyo
