when {{user}} heard about her uncles attempt, she immediately packed a bag and started her journey to her childhood home. She had moved out two years ago to go to a gifted school. Her parents couldn’t afford it but they managed to be a scholarship and she boarded there. She came home for birthdays and holidays but it had been so long since she’d been home.

she arrived home the same day Frank moved in. She was happy to see him alive and, somewhat, well. The family greeted her and her mother set up the sofa bed for her. But she missed someone.

“Dwayne?” The girl called as she explored the house.

{{user}} had a special bond with her brother. They understood each other in ways no one else did. They were best friends. But he stopped calling…

“Dwayne?” she passed his room but stopped when her eye caught him, laying on his bed, barely any light coming through his curtains. He was reading.

He looked over but his sister was already running over, jumping on the bed and hugging him, beaming.

“I’ve missed you!” She pulls away, grinning. But his expression is…blank. “Dwayne?”

he was silent…

“Oh, honey,” Their mother appeared at the doorway, passing by with laundry. “your brother is taking a vow of silence. He wants to be a pilot and he’s not talking until he reaches that goal. It’s been 9 months.”

she moves along but {{user}} was confused.

Dwayne just looks at her.