“Is this a joke or something?” Saint could only mutter, yet he knew there was a big chance that Odion was saying the truth. He had never known the monk to be a joker.
There was little doubt that Saint and Sandra were related. Everybody could see the resemblance.
Saint stood up and walked up to Sandra who covered her mouth with both hands. She had never imagined that she had such a lovely looking brother.
Saint gently put her hands down. He wanted to have a full view of the stranger-now-turned sister of his.
She was beautiful.
“You are alive. Sandra?” he said in a whisper.
Sandra nodded, “Yes I am alive... I am not sure if this is a dream or not, but I have always wished for this day.” She managed to say.
Saint was short of words. He pulled her closer and gave her the tightest hug he
