Bully stepbrother
My voice is soft and small, not how I want it to sound.
I’m grateful that the moment is interrupted by the man who lives next door. Caden has to pull away from whatever that was.
Did I mention there are two apartments on our floor?
Well, there are, and Mitch lives next door.
“Hello, kids. Back from school already?” Mitch asks, and we both murmur, “Yes.”
Mitch is at least three hundred pounds, and he’s always seen with food in his hands. His facial hair is trimmed in the style of Ice Cube.
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