Darcy drove an old silver pick-up truck with soft music playing in the cab. She was right, she was the 'good' sister. Darcy preferred starting a family over the nightlife like Dalila had chosen, she fell in love and married young, following in the footsteps of her mother and father. She talked about her husband like she was the sun and he was the moon; in love, but never close enough to each other. They had been high school sweethearts before he joined the army, and before he shipped out, they married and conceived Emilia.
"So tell me honestly, because Dax hasn't given us a real answer," Darcy said as she parked and hopped out of the truck holding several burlap bags. "Why are the two of you here?" I followed suit, hopping out of the truck and following her down the sidewalk.
"I needed t
