"It's okay." I said, having a quick flashback of the terrible time I had dealing with his death. The nightmares, lack of sleep, all of it. But I was fine now and he was in a better place. That's all that mattered. "But no. I don't know the last place she was at. I'm sure she's fine though. She's a tough cookie.... Plus, she writes to my parents so I know she's fine." I gave him a small smile. Though my sister and I didn't exactly get along, I did wonder if she was okay. A big part of my knew she was. But there was always that chance that she wasn't. "How about you? Do you have any siblings?"