THE RETURN

As days went by, I couldn't help but wonder what happened that night. Nothing made sense when I thought about it. Why was my dad not found? What happened to him… I watched him get— I couldn't finish the thought. Just the mere thought of it, and my heart ached too much.

"Are you almost done?" Rose yelled from the door outside my bathroom.

"Will you be a little patient?" I yelled back, exasperated.

"I've been waiting forever! What's taking you so long? Are you writing a novel in there or something?" she whined.

"I'm done, jeez," I said as I opened the bathroom door. "We'll be late."

Rose crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently. "Late for what? Another round of 'let's-see-who-can-hit-the-ground-first' training?"

"Yes, because getting knocked down repeatedly is my new favorite hobby," I retorted. "I'm just dying to go another round."

Rose grinned. "Well, at least you're getting good at falling. By the end of the week, you'll be a pro." I haven’t revealed to her that