Thomas Flair: encouragement
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“We should probably keep this between us. We don’t want everyone to get scared,” I heard Noel mutter to Jack.
“Get scared about what?” I leaned forward in my seat so I could see them better.
Noel handed the paper with the symbols to Jack who stuffed it inside the dairy. “It’s nothing.” She waved me away.
“Like I told Hunter earlier,” I looked straight at her. “This isn’t a time to be keeping secrets from each other.”
She nodded, agreeing with me. “Don’t worry. If it was important, I would tell you.”
I tried to read her face but she seemed sincere.
Noel stood up quickly. “Alright. David said we will be leaving for Bilboa in an hour.” She turned down the aisle and walked back to her sleep, carefully stepping over Enoch’s feet.
I sat back in my seat, staring straight forward at the empty chair in front of me.
I tried to ignore Hunter, who was snoring obnoxiously loud, his face pressed up against the wall.
Suddenly, something tugged on my arm.
Looking down, I smiled when I spotted my younger sister.
She still clutched her unicorn, her hair plastered against her face. Her puffy eyes revealed that she too had just woke up.
I reached down and pulled her into my lap, with her facing me. She swung her legs, hitting the seat with soft thumps.
“I miss mommy. When can we see her?” Sparrow played with her unicorn’s hair as I reached up to fix hers.
“Soon. I hope,” I cringed with the awful felling that Paris was not out final destination.
“Is she working? Is that why we cannot see her right now?” She didn’t look up from her stuffed animal.
Sparrow referred to the multiple jobs our mom worked at, hoping to pay the house rent for another month. She would always leave before I woke up and sometimes wouldn’t come home till I had gone to bed. All she was trying to do is take care of us. But sometimes I just wanted my mom
Unsure of how to answer her questions, I tried to distract her. “What did you name your unicorn?”
Sparrow held it up with two hands so I could see it better. “Melissa,” she announced boldly.
I furrowed my brow at her. “Melissa? Why Melissa?”
“The box we found in the attic! With the shiny necklace!” She smiled big, proud of herself.
“What about the box?” I coaxed her.
“It said ‘Melissa,’ Tommy!” She hugged her unicorn to her chest.
What? There was no way we could have missed that. Unless we were too focused on the Pendant that we did not inspect the box.
Picking up Sparrow, I set her down on her feet then sprinted to the back of the cabin, careful not to trip over Enoch.
“Noel!’ I whispered not wanting to disturb the other slumbering teens.
“What?” she looked at me, confused.
“The box we found in the attic with the Pendant inside- do you have it?”
“Of course,” Noel reached down, grabbing her bag, and quickly rummaged through it. She handed me the small box.
The Pendant was hidden inside with the lid pressed on tight. Turning the box to see better in the light, I gasped, knowing Sparrow was right.
On the side of the box, half hidden by the lid, Melissa was imprinted in gold letters.
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