SARAH
A lazy groan escapes my lips as I force myself out of bed, clean my toys up and put them away. I quickly clean up and put on a fresh pair of shorts and a t-shirt, before running down the stairs.
With every step I take, my heart pounds in my chest. I’m not supposed to be so anxious to see my blood brother, right?
Right. But I haven’t seen him in four years, and with everything I’ve been through without telling him, I’m scared our relationship isn’t going to be like before.
What if I’ve changed?
What if he’s changed?
The second I open the door and see Kevin for the first time in four years, all my worries evaporate into thin air.
My grip on the door tightens.
He’s standing on my front porch in white sneakers, smiling at me. His luggage is by his right leg, and his left h
