Early morning. The first rays of sunlight pierced through the curtains of the hospital office, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air.
Matthew Powell and Mia Powell were already awake.
Although they had only slept for two or three hours, curled up on sofas and makeshift beds, they were brimming with energy. The kind of energy that comes from pure, unfiltered joy and relief.
After six years of separation, a single night was not enough to bridge the gap of time and trauma. They had too many words left unsaid, too many stories left untold, too many scars to explain.
As they sat at a small table eating a simple breakfast of steamed buns and soy milk, Mia suddenly paused mid-sip. She looked at her brother with serious eyes.
"By the way, I forgot to ask you yesterday in all the exciteme
