I stood at the bottom of the stairs, listening as Emily laughed happily with Father in the living room. I could feel my affection for my sister slowly dwindling each month that Mother was gone, but the past few months hit me harder than ever. How could she act so easily like everything was okay? Mother was gone, stolen away from us and right now I felt like I was the only one who still cared about her, the only one who wanted her back.

I can understand that Father can't help that he'd forgotten her after the accident, but Emily moving on so easily felt like a betrayal. One I was not sure I could forgive her for, even if she was my twin. Feeling the loneliness hit me yet again, I went upstairs to my room and pulled out the photo album, spending the next hour drowning in my own sorrow as I stared at picture after picture of the one person who mattered most to me. The one person I was unable to save when she needed me most.

"Someday I will find you again Mother. I swear when that day comes, I will not fail you again. I will save you, even if I have to kill someone to do so." After staring at the picture of me and Mother one more time, I slowly closed the book and put it away before heading back downstairs for dinner.

Hopefully dinner would be simple tonight, a quiet affair for once. I don't think I could stand listening to Emily plan out yet another weekend of events with Father, while I sat there agonizing alone over how much our family has fallen apart the past two years. Maybe it was time to start thinking about going to a boarding school. Sitting down, I turned to look at the head of the table with a frown.

"Father, I'm thinking about schooling in Europe next year. I think it is time I ventured out and saw more of the world. After all, I'm 12 and I've still seen so little of the world we live in." Turning back to my plate, I took a bite of my food and refused to look up again at the shocked man that continued to stare at me.

It's not like I needed to tell him I had traced Mother to Europe. Or that I wouldn't be able to track her any further without heading overseas myself. After all, memory loss or not, it's not like he'd tried his best to find her himself. Nobody seemed to be trying to find her, having given up before they even made the attempt.

Emily could stay here with Father and Anthony. I no longer cared. I just need Mother. As long as I am with her, everything would be fine again.