~Marcus' P.O.V~
I smelled bacon. Mom was preparing breakfast. It was time to return to the land of the living. I sprung out of bed, put on a shirt and pants then washed my face. As I opened the door, the smell of bacon hit me twofold. My stomach growled, and I could feel I'd start drooling soon.
I hastily ran downstairs, only to see Lexy staring at Xander's photos again. I came to a halt. Thinking about what the best course of action would be. I don't know why Mom didn't take them down. When I asked her to take them away, she didn't want to. She said she hadn't given up on him and wouldn't take it down. I told her that I hadn't given up on Xander either. I would never; he is my baby brother, but seeing Lexy like this is killing me. His pictures and her grief are killing her. I can see he
