I try to shake off the nightmare and go back to sleep. Usually I could, just after the flash of light, but I can't after realizing what I'd seen tonight.

The flash of light and the darkness… that was my father's view of death. The two men talking, well… they were my father and grandfather.

In the morning, I go downstairs. I run into my sister in the hallway.

"Rough night?" she asks.

"Yeah," I say. "Same as always."

I could tell she was questioning my last statement by the way she was looking at me.

"OK, if you say so."

She doesn't believe me. If she was someone other than my twin, she might.

It had been a dull summer so far, but today was going to be good. Connie and I are turning 16, and our mother came home from one of her film shoots.

It's not like Mother was never home. She was, more often than not. It's just that when she was on one of her film shoots, she's gone for a long time at once.

When she was home, though, she wasn't quite… all there. Connie and I always guessed it was since she missed our father, but sometimes I wasn't sure if that was all.