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she paused and glanced up at him, his eyes met hers. ‘What should she call him? Brother?’ Katrina wondered. Jace also stared back, his eyes moved through hers knowing what she was thinking. “I am responsible for her” he told Collin, his hands went down her shoulder to grasp her hand. It seemed more like he was making a claim on her as his. Collin’s smile drowned, his jaw clenched and he glared back at him. “So you’re family? I never see you at the hospital” he let out.

I couldn't say I'm in love with your brother and living twenty feet away from him is going to destroy me. "I'm just tired," I said. "Long day yesterday." Sloane's expression softened. She sat down next to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "It's going to be okay. You're going to stay here, get back on your feet, and then you're going to find a cute guy and forget all about this." I laughed weakly. "A cute guy." "Someone who isn't my emotionally stunted brother," she added. "Seriously. Don't let him get in your head. He's an asshole to everyone."

“Alright. But I feel like my end of the deal is better than yours.” “Because it is.” Balto left the city then headed into the countryside. My brother lived in our childhood home just a few miles outside of the city. The home was too big for a single person, so sometimes, I wondered if he intended to have a family eventually. “This is it.” I pointed to the driveway. Balto drove up the concrete driveway, through the iron gate, and to the roundabout near the entryway. “He has a nice place.” “Well…he is a drug dealer.” I rolled my eyes.

** *: My Brother’s Wife **Chapter 1** The backyard barbecue was loud with laughter and the smell of grilled meat. My older brother Jake had invited the whole family over like he always did on weekends. He stood by the grill flipping burgers and telling his usual loud jokes. Everyone loved Jake. The successful one. The golden brother. But my eyes kept going back to her. Sophie.

He looked away—toward the ridge, toward the sky turning pink at the edges. Aiden stepped closer. Close enough that their shadows overlapped on the dirt. “I don’t know if I’ll ever call you brother again,” Aiden said. “Not the way we were. That kid’s gone. The man who replaced him hurt me in ways I still feel in my bones. But the man standing here—the one who planted seeds and waited for them to grow, the one who hasn’t asked for more than he’s earned—I think I could call him family. The kind we choose. The kind we rebuild. If he keeps showing up.”

He didn’t know what he was doing now. Emily nodded. Adrian ran back to his room. “Baby, what are you doing?” Adrian asked as soon as Baby picked up the phone. “I was in my room.” Baby sounded unhappy. “Why didn’t you go out to play?” Adrian suddenly thought of Baby’s father. It couldn’t be that after Baby goes back he teaches him a lesson. “Well, I will go out later.” Baby said. The Brook family was different from the Kingston family. The relationship between the Brook family and the Kingston family was complicated. Baby did not like his relatives. They would gather together on New Year’s Day.

Dante didn’t answer right away. He stared at his brother and the excitement that played on his features. Elijah had been difficult to read ever since childhood. He was kind to him, but whenever his mother spoke harshly to him, he never said anything. Which always made Dante wonder which side he was really on. And even six months ago, when Marjorie had told him he would take a fall for Elijah or risk his name being erased from the family tree, Elijah had said nothing. He just stared silently. Dante didn’t want to hold it against him, but it was difficult sometimes.

— Ethan, you’re not going to pull a dirty trick on me, you need to get home quickly, everyone is waiting for you, he said in a low but tense voice. A silence of a few seconds. — Everyone? replied a deep voice on the other end of the line. What are you up to, Thomas? — I'm not up to anything! Dinner is ready and we’re just waiting for you, Thomas insisted, a bit annoyed. Then, without giving his brother a chance to reply further, he abruptly hung up. He returned to the living room, his face taut with a nervous smile. His uncle Gérard welcomed him with a pat on the shoulder, immediately sensing the source of his distress.

We have no one else to rely on except our aunt who is my father's sister whom I sometimes leave with my siblings. "I'll go first, Fely, see you tomorrow." I said goodbye and waved at her. Carrying the trolley with only vegetables, I went to ride the tricycle. After getting on board, I went to our house that we are still renting, so I really had to work harder. When I got down I saw my two brothers playing billiards with our neighbor. "Thank you, man." I thanked the tricycle driver and entered our little fence. I opened the small gate and called my brothers and they turned to me smiling.

I sat beside Brye while eating the take-out he bought. I hear crickets from afar, there’s a lone cat on the side, and the moon and stars shine above us. There are light posts that illuminated the place softly. “Joke, we’re actually near my brother’s house” he chuckled, his voice deep and slightly raspy while eating. I frowned at him, “ha?” was all I could utter to him. “This park is near my oldest brother’s house, Marco Bryan Lim,” he tells me while looking above the sky. I stayed silent but the silence screamed confusion.