My little brother freezes on the steps. He drops his hand from his eyes, shock flashing across his face. It's followed quickly by panic.

And I, meanwhile, suddenly find myself fighting down anger. I've spent the last couple of weeks worried sick about him, trying to help him but getting only vague explanations and unanswered calls in return.

"Would you like to tell everyone why I'm here, Javy?" I say.

My parents both turn toward him, their faces ...