Chapter 16

Evening. Clara was finally home. Nancy held her hand and said warmly, "Clara, this is your little brother, Andrew. He's back since it's Friday." "Andrew, come say hi to your sister!" she added, glancing toward the boy slouched in a chair. Andrew barely looked up. Cold glance. Silent. Then he just stood and walked off into his room. With a loud bang, the door shut behind him. Clara frowned slightly. This kid didn't look easy to get along with. She figured—teenager, probably going through a rebellious phase. She got it. Nancy tried to smooth things over, looking embarrassed. "That boy..." "It's fine, Mom. I'll go check on Dad," Clara said gently. They hadn't even known each other before now. No bond—that made sense. Nancy followed her into the room. Sean was doing better than before. He could walk on his own now with the help of a rehab device—no need to be supported anymore. Just then, Nancy's phone rang. She stepped aside to answer it, and when she came back, her face had changed. "Wha