XAVIER'S POV
"We'll find her, okay?"
Ophelia and I had walked to a nearby beach in Fremont. We walked around for a few minutes and finally stopped in front of the shore. The waves kept touching our feet as we stood there, lost in our thoughts. Ophelia bent and picked up a rock. She raised her arm and threw it into the ocean. It kept moving forward for a few seconds and then stopped.
We were just like that rock. We keep trying to move forward in life with all the strength that's left in us. And then one day, we run out and just stop.
I was scared to meet Nicole. As far as I remember, she used to be the sweetest sister. Sure, we had our fights but it always ended with either of us bringing a tub of ice cream and sharing it.
But in the years that our dad became an abusive alcoholic, she too went down the rabbit hole.
I didn't know what I was scared of more, her reaction, or the fact that she forgot me?
