Immi Clinic and Jornada del Muerto Basin, New MexicoAmber plucked at the dead grass at her feet. She tossed a pebble at the chair Livia sat in.
Livia turned to her. "What are you thinking?"
Amber sighed. "I understand what he's going through, kinda."
She glanced over at Windy. "If my dad ever came back, I wouldn't know him. I miss him. All of our pictures of him were lost in a fire. I don't even know what he looks like."
"How old were you when you last saw him?" Alex asked.
"We've known Karen and Brandon for twelve years. We all went on a trip together, and dad disappeared. Karen's mom died a year later, so I guess I was six or seven when he disappeared in South America."
She piled a group of gravel into a pyramid. "Not much hope of his returning, especially now."
Windy handed her a
