A while later, Gus left work for the day and found Shawn sitting on his car. Gus could tell how upset his best friend looked.

"What's wrong, Shawn?" he asked.

Shawn looked up with tears in his eyes. "That article we found, the little girl, who died" he said, slowly. "She was my twin sister."

Gus's eye nearly bugged out. "What?" he asked, loudly.

"Savannah Marie Spencer was my twin sister," he asked. "She was born 5 minutes before me. My dad said she looked just like, green eyes, brown hair."

Tears began to form in his eyes so Gus sat beside him. 'What did she die of?" he asked.

"Sudden Infant Death Syndrome," Shawn explained. "My dad put me and Savannah down for a nap and um, she didn't wake up." Shawn looked down at his hands

"I cannot believe this," he said. "You lived your whole life thinking that your mom couldn't have another kid and now, you find out that you had a sister……….. How are you taking the news?"

"I am angry," he said. "I cannot remember being this angry at my father in my life. The fact that he kept this from me all my life. I don't think I could look at him the same way again. Maybe this is why we never got along. He loved Savannah more."

Gus saw something he had never seen in his friend. Deep sadness with a tear running down his cheek. "I guess I wasn't good enough for him. I guess I needed to be a girl for him to love me."

"Your father does love you," Gus reassured him. "He loves you just the same as he loved your sister."

"He never said it," said Shawn, wiping his eyes.

"I think what it maybe is the fact that losing a child was so devastating for him that he was afraid," Gus explained. "Afraid of loving you and establishing some sort of bond. Because he was afraid that you would die too."

"Yeah, instead, he tried to make like a freaking cop." Said Shawn in disgust. "Instead of realizing that he had one child left to love and mold into a good man, he was trying to make me into a cop. He wasn't giving me love or attention. Just making me into what he wanted. Didn't care about what I wanted."

Gus moved closer to Shawn and put a hand on his shoulder. "What do you want?" He asked.

"To know whom my sister was, to know why my dad didn't tell me about her," he said. "To know why we never had the relationship that I had with my mom, to know why I felt the guilt of my parent's divorce and my mom's death." Shawn looked down at his hands and Gus began to see tears falling on them, a sure sign that Shawn was crying. Through his tears, he said, "I guess I just want my dad's approval and love."

Gus wrapped his arm around him and hugged him tight. "You do, man," he said. "You do."

Shawn nodded and just let the tears run down his face. Gus sat there and let him cry for a while. Shawn had to admit; it felt good it let it all out

"I got to talk to my dad," Shawn said. "We need to sit down, he and I and talk things through."

"Sounds like a plan," agreed Gus. "You wanna hang out for a while, get some pizza?"

Shawn shook his head and said, "No, I'm, gonna head home and get some sleep so I can think we a clear head."

Gus nodded. Shawn walked to his bike and said, "Hey, Gus."

"Yes, Shawn?" He asked.

"Thanks, man," he said.

Gus said, "Welcome."

With that, the two best friends smiled and walked to t heir respected modes of transportation. Shawn rode his motorcycle home and walked into his apartment. He went straight to his bedroom and fell straight onto his bed. Soon, he was sleeping. He slept for a long time. Then, he had a dream. He was walking on the beach in Santa Barbara. He was savoring the feeling the sand around his feet and the salty, sea breeze in the air. He closed his eyes and inhaled the smell. He was at peace until he heard… "SHAWN! SHAWN!" Shawn opened his eyes and looked around. He didn't see anyone so he couldn't find the man to meet the voice. Then, in the distance, he saw a baby carriage and he heard crying. He knew who it was.

"Savannah!" he screamed. Shawn ran into the ocean, not even bothering to take off his clothes and shoes. He just dove into the water and swam through the rough current. Finally, he reached the baby carriage and saw his twin sister crying in the water. Shawn breathed a sigh of relief and picked her up. Shawn held her close to his chest, rubbed her back, and tried to calm her down from crying. "Hey, hey, sis, " he said, softly. "Don't cry, Savannah. I'm here, you're brother's here. Don't cry, sweetie." Suddenly, the baby was gone. Shawn was baffled, he was scared. He was confused.

"Savannah?" He demanded. "Savannah? Savannah!" he screamed and swam around, trying to find Savannah.

"She's not here, Shawn," said a voice.

Shawn turned and saw his father, standing on the beach.

"Where is she?" He demanded. "Where is my sister?"

"She's gone, Shawn," she said. "Savannah's not here."

Shawn felt anger rise up in his soul. He bolted to his father and grabbed his father by the shirt. "She was here, damnit. She was in a beautiful baby carriage. I heard her crying. I held her in my arms and comforted her like a brother is suppose to do," he said angrily.

Henry just looked at his son and said, "Shawn, there was nothing you could do."

Shawn let go of his dad and broke down again. He couldn't believe it. He had lost his sister again. And he could do nothing about it. "No, no, no, no," he said. He kept saying it over and over. He just fell to his knees and grabbed the sand, crying until…

"Don't cry, brother," said a little voice.

Shawn looked up through his tears and saw a beautiful little girl of seven, with brown hair, green eyes, and broad nose. She was wearing a long white dress with a set of wings on her back and a crown of baby roses on her head. She looked so beautiful that Shawn didn't feel scared just curious.

"Who, who are you?" he asked, tearfully. "How do you know my name?"

"I am your sister," she said. "I'm Savannah."

Shawn got up and looked skeptical. "How could that be? I mean, I'm an adult and you're a little girl. We're supposed to be twins."

"We are twins, Shawn," Savannah answered. "I'm appearing to you as a not as a little girl but as an angel. You're angel."

Shawn wiped his eyes and said, "Why? Why are you here?"

Savannah walked closer. "To tell you not to blame yourself for what happened to Mommy and Daddy. To tell you to tell Daddy not to blame himself. But most of all, to tell you that you and Daddy will be all right. And that I'm all right."

"It's not that simple, sis," he said, kneeling down to her level. "Dad and I, well, we've said some terrible things to each other and we hurt each other."

"We all say things that hurt one and another," Savannah said.

"No, honey, it's how Dad hurt me," he said. "He kept you from me all these years. I grew up thinking that I was an only child. I grew up thinking that I was to blame for Mom and Dad getting a divorce and that I was a disappointment to our father." Shawn bent down and felt tears come down his face.

Savannah walked closer to Shawn and put a warm hand on his shoulder. "Shawn, I think you are mad because Dad didn't do anything to save me. You're sad that you couldn't save me."

Shawn felt the warmth of her touch intensified by the love in her voice. Shawn had never felt anything like that before. Slowly, it was giving him comfort, strength, and courage. Courage to admit something.

"I wanted to have a sister so bad," he said. "More than a brother. Because a brother is suppose to protect his sister. Hold her hand when she crosses the street and get down when she has climbed too far from a tree. Beat up her boyfriend when he dumps her."

Savannah looked at him with more love than he had ever felt. "You do have a sister. I may not be on Earth but I am still your sister. And I still love you. And you don't have to worry about protecting me. I will protect you. Mommy and I will protect you and Daddy. That's what angels do."

Shawn gave his sister a smile and asked, "How about giving your brother a hug?"

Savannah ran to her brother's arms and Shawn enveloped her in a tight hug. It was a hug that he had never shared with anyone. It was a hug that summed up all of the love and cares that Savannah had for him and Henry. It was also a small ounce of the love and care Henry did have somewhere for Shawn.

"I love you, Shawn Michael," Savannah said into his shoulder.

"Then, Shawn said the words he never thought he would say. "I love you, Savannah Marie," he said. "I love you, my sweet sister."

The twins let go and Savannah walked away. Shawn saw her as far as he could. He did see her take the hand of an older woman. The woman, Shawn decided, was his mom, Elizabeth, who Henry affectionally called, "Lizzie." His mom did not turn around. She instead walked with Savannah and faded away. Shawn stood there, seeing the two of them walk and talk and catch up. Then, Shawn woke up.

He saw that he was in his same street clothes on his bed, in his apartment. He looked out the window to see a beautiful, clear day. He opened the window and felt s gentle, warm breeze. It was there and then that Shawn decided to talk to his dad. After all, Savannah had their mother and was building a relationship with her. The least Shawn could was try to build one with Henry.

The next day, Shawn woke up with a stomach of butterflies. He was nervous to talk to his dad about the events of the previous day. And Shawn wasn't one to talk about emotional issues with his dad. But it was something that he needed to do. But he decided he wasn't going to mention his dream until the time was right. He wasn't sure if Henry would understand.