"Brighton, are you sure you don't want to come with us?" Brian asked. His voice held concern for his friend, three months had passed since Maya was gone from their lives but Brighton was yet to recover from it.

"I already told you guys. I'm not going." Brighton replied with a shrug averting his gaze from Brian and returning it to TV.

"Uncle B, Uncle Brighton. Aunt Irene," Trentand Itzel beamed as they came running downstairs.

"Aww my babies. How are you doing?" Irene smiled pulling them ...