Chapter 227

　　"There is this man in my flashes....in my memory." Callan voiced out to Kamara, "He was in the cell with me, and he suffered like I did. But, he was always protecting me. Always." 　　"What does he look like?" She asked curiously. 　　He pulled back and turned to face her, "It's always flashes, so I don't know exactly what he looks like. But, he has blue eyes like mine..."he paused,"...I think he is my family." 　　"Oh, Callan, I'm so happy for you. At least you know that you have a family somewhere...you have a brother." 　　Callan does not look happy. "But, what if you're right? What if my family does not want me anymore, and that is why they never looked for me?" 　　Kamara shook her head, "No, you shouldn't think like that. You said he always protected you. He must have loved you very much. Maybe, he does not know where to look from." 　　He thought about that for a few moments and nodded his head. "You're right." 　　She grinned up at him. Her smile captivated him, his body came alive