allowed to use the microwave, and even then I think thatâs lucky because sheâll find some kind of an excuse to keep him away from it.â
âItâs like she wants to make him helpless.â
âShe can control it. Mom needs that to feel secure.â He shrugged, trying to not make a big deal about it, but Cheyenne wasnât going to let it drop.
She looked into his eyes. âWhy?â
âItâs just what she does. When Dad died, it was hard on all of us. Everything changed so fast. By controlling my brotherâs life, Mom thinks she can keep living in the glory days of when Dad was still around. Thatâs my theory at least.â
âAnd youââ
âTake care of the family. I donât mind. She needs someone to help hold her up, and so does Anj since he blames himself for the whole thing. Even though it wasnât his fault.â
âWhat did happen to your dad? I mean, if you donât mind my asking. Just, if you want to talk about it, Iâm here to listen. I want to know everything about you, and I worry about you andââ
Zes silenced her with a soft kiss on the lips. âYouâre sweet. I havenât brought it up much because Iâm never sure what to say. Itâs taboo inside the house so weâve gotten used to not saying a word, talking like he was never here. I think it helps Mom feel less alone.â
âI wonât pry anymore,â Cheyenne said.
Donât shut her out. He took in a deep breath. âWe were eight. Anj and I were playing outside in the rain. He likes mud, something about the texture, and one of our favorite games has always been saving the worms from puddles. Anyway, we were outside in the garden, and all of a sudden Anj started talking about how he could see. Naturally, I was confused because heâs been blind since birth, and at the time, his magic hadnât kicked in to its full potential. I tried to get him to explain what he was talking about, and he started walking away, following after some kind of blue door? Granted, he didnât say it was blue because he didnât know what the color looked like at the time, but the way he described it led me to that conclusion.
âAnyway, I turned away from him for one second to do something, and he was gone. Like that.â He snapped a finger. âI told my parents what happened. They both freaked out. Dad ran outside, and then he was gone too. That was the last time I saw him alive.â
âIâm sorry,â she whispered. Part of him wanted to brush the words off because they were ones he was tired of hearing. Her sympathy was appreciated, though. It felt real from her when so many othersâ words were insincere.
Slowly, Zes shook his head. âDad was found a few hours later, lying facedown in the middle of the backyard. We still donât know what exactly happened to him. Autopsy never came back conclusive, so Iâm pretty sure cause of death involved magic. Anj was missing for a week and a half. We didnât know if he was alive or dead. In anger myââ
He stopped, unsure if he should keep going. When he glanced over at Cheyenne, and saw her blue eyes wide and filled with tears, he decided to take a leap and tell her something heâd never shared with anyone. His mom and his brother knew, but only because they had lived it with him.
He took in another breath and then exhaled slowly, closing his eyes. âIn anger, my mother said it was my fault. For a long time, she held it against me. It took five years for her to forgive me and realize it was just one of those things that happened, but sometimes⦠sometimes I wonder if she was right.â
âWhy do you think that?â Cheyenne asked.
âBecause if I could have stopped Anj from disappearing, then it wouldnât have happened. Itâs always been my job to keep watch over him so he doesnât get hurt. You might not understand,