Days have passed by but our household is still as chaotic as the day my sister left. Phone calls here and phone calls there. An hour won't pass without my mom calling Clea's name. She won't let dad stop looking for Clea.
I ran my gaze on my surroundings and I can't help but seek her presence. I never told anything about what we've talked about to anyone.
I left without eating breakfast because it will never be the same again. A day without her bitching around me and playing along with mom and dad is just another day of confusion.
I waited for a short while before a taxi happens to pass by. "To York University, please."
I swallowed the lump in my throat when we passed by Clea's favorite cafe. I looked away and prepared cash when I
