"What do you mean 'Who is August,?" Greta laughed. "You are kidding right? Please tell me you are kidding."
She backed away from her brother who was sitting on the couch still looking half asleep and confused. He raked a hand through his hair and squinted at her.
"What's going on?" he asked, his voice lowering now in suspicion. "Is this some kind of joke? Because it's not funny."
Greta's throat bobbed and she glanced at Sam before her eyes landed on Sylvia. Sylvia's hands were covering her mouth and her eyes were wide in reaction to Graeme's words, but when she saw Greta watching her, she gave her a weak, reassuring smile—clasping her hands in front of her.
"Graeme," Greta sat in the chair across from her brother, leaning forward and placing a hand on his knee. 'Do you remember your mate?' she asked through touch in the wordless communication they shared.
