18 Our Father

Erica.

But then, I brightened up, unwilling to be daunted in this new plan of mine.

“But we know she grew up in this town, right? That she has parents? And friends who might know some truths? Well, I believe we can start from there.” I said with a smirk and my brother gave me a hard stare.

Just when I thought he was going to argue again and confound my thoughts and plans, a booming smile came to his face and he gave my head a rough pat.

‘Really? Why do boys think that’s always cute? Anything but my hair boy.’ With a little frown, I evaded his hand and gave my hair a little pat.

“You are brilliant, you know that?” Eric said fondly and I smirked with a big frown.

‘Finally, there is someone to appreciate my talent.’ I thought wryly even as I laughed.

“Yes, I am smart and I am sure we can do this.” I confirmed with a hopeful glint in my blue ocean-less eyes.

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Eric.

I listened to Erica’s words and I felt a deep sadness within me. It seemed we had everything but what’s most important