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cold from the metal of the car door left her hands and instead they
became full of her daughter. She came in a flurry of messy curls and
bright blue eyes.
“Kya! How was your day at school?” she asked, and her daughter pulled away from the embrace, telling her all about the cool new project they got to do as Katara hoisted her into the car. “That sounds fun,” she smiled, and let the door close before climbing into the drivers seat.
On the drive to her brother’s house, Katara would glance at the backseat, as she often did, and looked at all the ways her daughter was changing. From the way her mouth moved to the way she used her hands when she talked. It was all him, and she almost hated it. She would have hated it if she hadn’t been the last thing that was left of him.
Sokka! Uncle Sokka!” Kya’s squeals of excitement could be heard from
across the yard as they pulled up, and she practically lept from her
seat when she was released.
“Hey kiddo! Long time no see!” he exclaimed, and caught her as she ran into his arms. Sokka was one of the only father figures that Kya had, and though Katara always wanted to find someone to be that for her, it just ever felt right.
“It’s only been a week, Sokka, we do this every time.”
She rolled her eyes, though smiled nonetheless. Every Friday night Katara and Kya would have dinner with her brother and Suki. It started out as a way to emotionally cope, so to speak, after the loss of Zuko. But, now, it was just to help relieve some stress. Things got harder the older Kya got, and a little extra help was always appreciated.
During their dinner that night, as they all sat around the table, Katara had gotten a text from a coworker that asked her if she was watching the news. When she replied with no, she got an immediate response of: ‘turn it on right now. RIGHT NOW.’
Confusion flooded her for the briefest of moments before she excused herself from the table, and padded into their living room before clicking on the television. Anxiously, she flipped through the channels until it landed on their local Portland News channel.
“— sources say that they don’t know the source of who led to the finding of him, but the police are acting fast to find a reason, and a motive to behind what has happened within the last seven years.”
Suddenly, the camera was panning down to a street view where multiple police officers were walking someone out of what looked to be an abandoned warehouse. No, not just someone — a man. His face was down, and he was limping, a hand over his stomach as he was helped.
“There is a full investigation underway now, and police say that they are rigorously trying to contact his family—”
Another pan around of the street, only this time, the face of the man was revealed.
“— Zuko Siluk, former CEO of Caldera International, has been found alive.”