Chapter 5

On the seventh day after I was born, my mother left the hospital. My father drove to pick us up.

James carried me in his arms, and Alex walked beside us with an umbrella, holding it over me to block the snow.

James was seventeen that year. He was already a top student at the military dependents' school and planned to go to a military academy the following year.

Alex was fifteen and much more restless than James. He kept messing with me on the way. "Hey, baby sister, look. This is snow. It's white and cold. No need to…