On a constant replay that I couldn't seem to stop, was the moment where Corbin and I found our Baby Sister lying on the leaf and stick littered path at the edge of the National Park, unresponsive. Part of me knew that I was sitting in an uncomfortable chair in the Hospital's Emergency waiting room.īut, the scenes rushing through my head didn't match. He'd need his board's if he was competing. Zan wasn't on a plane, or waiting at the airport. I'd checked his room anyway and found his board's were still leaning against the wall and his phone laid on his bedside table, the screen filled with literally an obscene number of unanswered call's and text's. She'd told me She hadn't seen him since last night and She expected he'd gone to the airport to catch his plane to Queensland for his next comp. I'd turned her caution up a notch, into worry, when I'd walked through the door and asked her if She'd seen Zan - even though I already knew his car wasn't in the driveway. When I didn't find Zander at the Beach, Surf Club, Skate Park, The Caves and more than one of his friend's confirmed by text that he wasn't in School, I'd boosted to Mum's house. The story was that they broke up yesterday, but I'd seen my fair share of them falling apart and then piecing back together again, so I wasn't convinced that they wouldn't be found together, ignoring the rest of the world.
I didn't pretend to understand their attachment to each other. The verdict was, that Mum's house had been checked and Zander wasn't there, let alone Bailey.Īs much as I'd been ready to join the party searching for my best friends' Little Sister, it was my job to track down my Little Brother.Ĭhances were, if I could find him, I'd find her as well.
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