Caan couldn't say he lavished the idea of being as small as his sister, but what did he know? The boy's nose crinkled slightly before he wisely puffed a breath out of his nostrils in lieu of speaking.
His sister remained close, and he found that her presence somewhat comforting. Familiar.
I was with mother.
Her words are tentative, like a soft dusting of snow. Caan does not respond in words, only a tensing of his jaw.
She found me—for a moment. The next thing I knew she was gone.His tongue is numb as he mumbles the words.
Father found me alone, hungry, and ill.
Did she at least stay with you?
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