Daniel’s Pov

The bright lights of the rehab place hummed. It was a big change from the sunny Miami outside. I watched Maya walk through the doors.

Her shoulders were a bit slumped, but she walked steady. I gave her a thumbs-up. I tried to look strong, but my stomach twisted. She looked back, a small, scared smile on her face. Then she was gone.

I stood there for a bit. The doors closed with a soft sound. My little sister. Always my little sister. Since Mom died, it was just us, suddenly I ...