And that was all it took. Suddenly, the line between Calvin and Keman blurred, and the boy reached out and grabbed on to his sister. It didn't matter that it was the wrong sister, that "Shana" wasn't real and that Shauna's ashes had been scattered to the winds a year back. Right now, all that mattered was that she was here, and all the guilt and anger he'd been carrying for months was coming out as he held onto her and sobbed. He was a full head taller than she was and must have looked ridiculous like this, but he didn't care.

This was cathartic as hell.

A tiny voice in the back of his mind that he barely even noticed was screaming that this was a trap, that it wasn't safe to just be standing out in the hallways like this--that he was making too much noise and something bad was going to happen--but he paid no heed to it.