NINA'S POV
It takes me a full heartbeat to accept that this man is my brother.
Sitting across the table from him in the small cafe, all I can think is that he is taller, older… and real.
But nothing else has changed. He still has his boyish smile and deep stare. His eyes still hold the same quiet sadness.
It's been there since dad died.
He nurses his cup of coffee, shoulders hunched.
The silence between us speaks volumes, and I don't break it. I don't want to hear about his life in wherever the f**k…
I still remember the day he left. It was two days after dad's funeral.
Mom was passed out on the sofa. He just packed a rucksack full of maps and clothes.
I remember asking if he was going treasure hunting. If I could come.
He just patted me on the head with a soft smile and promised
