The things done by those before us...come to us when we least expect it
Lyta's calmed down since her previous encounter with Gabriel. A brother. She had an older brother. After twenty-one-years of being an only child, she had a brother that neither she or her father had ever known about. Her father still didn't know. Lyta sighed, making her way to the room where she'd been told Gabriel was staying with two steaming mugs of hot chocolate. Sure, she'd been told that he understood the way that she'd reacted, but she still couldn't help but feel like dirt when she'd snapped at him. It wasn't his fault what had happened between his mother and her-their father.

Reaching his door, Lyta inhaled and gave a knock.

"Gabriel? Are you there? It's Lyta."