Alora

Part 2

Warning! Language, talk of medical diseases, and violence ahead!
~Xander's POV~
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**The prettiest smiles hide the darkest secrets, the prettiest eyes have cried the most tears, and the kindest hearts have felt the most pain.**

"Boys get down here!!!" I heard Alessandro, my oldest brother call.

I raced down the hallway, joining Leonardo, Antonio, and Alexander on the stairs.

It was unusual for Alessandro to just call us down. Normally we talked about things at dinner.

"What do you think he wants?" Antonio my second youngest brother asked.

"I don't know." I said, as we reached the bottom of the stairs.

Alessandro stood waiting for us, looking at his watch impatiently.

"Good, your all here." He said looking up.

"I found her."

......

Everyone was silent.

There was no way Alessandro had auctlly found Alora.

We'd been looking for our prick of a mother ever since she took Alora away when she was one,

We've been looking for eleven years.

Each year, on her birthday, the house was quiet.

Everyone just kinda cut eachother off.

It was Alessandro's stupid family dinners that brought us all back together.

Father died two years ago, and that's when we really started looking for her.

We sent guards everywhere around the world, set posters up, even sent hackers to hack into people phones to see if we could find an Alora Grace Romano anywhere. We didn't.

Well not until now apparently.

I was the first to speak.

"Where is she?! Is she okay??"

"Amber has her in Denver. She changed her last name by remarrying. It's Alora Grace Harrington now."

Leonardo scoffed.

"Harrington? She's a fricking Romano!"

"I know, it's not right. But we have bigger things to worry about." Alessandro said, his voice sounding a bit panicky.

"What?" I asked.

"Well, of corse Amber taught her to stay away from us, so getting her home is going to be tricky, and second, she's got bad medical things."

What? I was expecting the first part, Amber (Our Mother's name) would do anything to keep us away from Alora. Probably fed her lies about us her whole life.

We all loved Alora, we'd do anything for her.

But the second part... Alora was a heathy girl the last time I saw her, granted that was eleven years ago, but still!

"What kind of medical things?" Antonio asked.

"She has bad Asthma, Celiac disease, and she has a bad Anxiety disorder."

Oh.

All those things were manageable, but geese, that must be tough.

"So what does that mean?" Alexander, the youngest asked, confused.

"Well, she can't go anywhere without her inhaler, she can't eat wheat or she'll get sick, and she gets scared easily. Panic attacks happen often to her, so we just need to be ready for that."