"ALEX!"
Max Evans sat bolt upright in bed, his sister's blood curdling scream startling him out of the first deep sleep he'd had in weeks. Jumping out of bed, he was in Isabel's room in seconds, flicking on the light and anxiously searching for any reason for her cries, their mother and father hot on his heels.
Isabel flung herself into his arms as he sat on the edge of the bed, clinging to her brother for dear life. Diane and Phillip Evans looked questoningly at Max who could only shake his head at them equally confused as Isabel continued to sob into his neck.
"I'll talk to her." Max promised his parents softly and they nodded, his father leading his mother out of the room, a worried look on both their faces.
"Iz, Izzy," Max gently disengaged from his sister, ducking his head to look at her face. "Iz? What's the matter?"
Isabel took in a deep breath, calming down form her violent sobs. "It was Alex." She whispered, obviously fighting tears.
"What about him Izzy?" Max asked, the old childhood nickname falling unconsciously from his lips.
"He...he...oh God Max!" She burst into fresh tears, burying her face in his shirt.
"What's the matter Izzy?" Max asked, his worry increasing at his sister's frantic sobs.
"He's alive..." she whispered.
Max Evans sat bolt upright in bed, his sister's blood curdling scream startling him out of the first deep sleep he'd had in weeks. Jumping out of bed, he was in Isabel's room in seconds, flicking on the light and anxiously searching for any reason for her cries, their mother and father hot on his heels.
Isabel flung herself into his arms as he sat on the edge of the bed, clinging to her brother for dear life. Diane and Phillip Evans looked questoningly at Max who could only shake his head at them equally confused as Isabel continued to sob into his neck.
"I'll talk to her." Max promised his parents softly and they nodded, his father leading his mother out of the room, a worried look on both their faces.
"Iz, Izzy," Max gently disengaged from his sister, ducking his head to look at her face. "Iz? What's the matter?"
Isabel took in a deep breath, calming down form her violent sobs. "It was Alex." She whispered, obviously fighting tears.
"What about him Izzy?" Max asked, the old childhood nickname falling unconsciously from his lips.
"He...he...oh God Max!" She burst into fresh tears, burying her face in his shirt.
"What's the matter Izzy?" Max asked, his worry increasing at his sister's frantic sobs.
"He's alive..." she whispered.