At these words, the little girl looked out at the night beyond the pavilion before turning back to her father and mother. She asked, "Mommy, is it really true? If I call for him a few times, my brother will come out?"
Seeing the doubt on her face, Celeste Grant smiled. "Yes, you can give it a try," she said. "Maybe if you call out a few times, your brother really will appear."
The little girl waved her small hands happily. "Watch me! I'll call my brother from right here." As she spoke, she took a deep breath and shouted over the railing, "Brother! Brother! Come out, quick!"
After calling out several times without seeing her brother appear, she couldn't help but mumble, "Daddy, my brother didn't come out."
Javier Sinclair raised his gaze slightly, his eyes falling upon his adorable daughter. His expression was gentle, his eyes brimming with affection. "Your brother didn't come out," he said. "Perhaps he didn't hear you."
