Jensen Apart from waking up with a splitting headache, Ash’s crying woke me up. Even though I didn’t remember why I woke up in a sleeping bag on the floor of a church, I rushed over to my crying brother. “What’s the matter, buddy?” Ash sniffled and wiped his eyes with the back of his hands. “I just miss Mom and Dad.” I hugged and stroked his back. “Don’t worry, I miss them, too.” I rubbed my now itchy and dry eyes which w...