Olivia slowly stopped the motion of the swing. She stood up, her brows furrowing into a tight knot beneath her veil as she turned around to stare deeply into her brother's eyes. The sudden, suffocating weight in his voice made her skin prickle.
"Kyle... what is wrong with you?" she demanded, her sharp gaze cutting through his guarded expression. "Why are you talking like this?"
Kyle swallowed hard, the sharp lump in his throat making it difficult to breathe. A profound, piercing sadness washed over his eyes as he looked down at her.
"I am not supposed to tell you this, Olivia," he whispered, his voice cracking slightly. "But..."
"But what?"
As she pressed for answers, Kyle's eyes drifted, lost to a sudden, painful memory that dragged him backward in time.
