I crouched behind the stone fountain to the left of my parent's yard. The window to the living room was open and I saw my father sitting at the piano with a picture frame in his hands. 

I moved a bit to look at the photo and I saw that my dad had tears streaming down his face with a tissue in his lap. The picture was of Alyssa, Cole and I standing side by side. "Where is she?" I heard my mom ask my dad. 

"I miss her so much, she was my little virtuso," he said, wiping his tears. I sighed and stood up, debating my options. I wanted to go over to them and hug them, tell them where I've been and never leave. But I couldn't. I had to wait till Emily interviewed them and got all the information she needed to release it into her campaign.

One Hour Later

I sat at the kitchen table with Cole to my left and Alyssa to my right. Jay, Kai and Zane sat across from us, talking about literally nothing. I played with my hands in my lap.

"So, how'd it go?" Alyssa wondered, flipping through a magazine. I shrugged, knowing if I said something then I may start to tear up. "No details? I've stayed there multiple times and they have a mourning session," she added, closing the magazine and sliding it away from her.

"It's what musicians do, it's nothing," I added, brushing the hair out of my face. "Dad held the picture, didn't he?" she continued. I looked over at her and nodded, "He was crying-- and- and I've never seen him cry," I admitted, tears leaking down my face. 

"I want to go say hi, but I can't. This whole thing makes me feel like a horrible daughter," I added, choking on my sobs. I placed my head in my hands and wiped my tears.

"You can't see me cry, it's weakness," I said softly, standing up quickly. "It's not a weakness," Kai scoffed, "It's a strength, it shows you have feelings," Jay said next.

"I just want to tell them I love them, before it's too late."