Malcom stared down at his tray for a long time and his eyes seemed to cloud over like he wasn't completely here anymore. I was about to ask him if he was okay, tell him he didn't have to answer me if he didn't want to, when he finally opened his mouth to speak.
"I have a little sister," his voice was quiet and held a gentle fondness. "Her name's Dahlia, after our mom's favorite flower. She just turned twelve this year, is the splitting image of our mother, and she's never seen me before."
My brow raised in confusion and shock. "I assume your parents are no longer together?"
He laughed and shook his head. "Dad died shortly after she was born and mom never remarried."
"Forgive me if I'm a little confused how she's never seen you before."
His smile grew wider though it was still a little sad. "Sorry, it's a bit of a joke. Dahlia was born blind."
I smacked his arm. "Your jokes are terrible!"
