Alex POV
I wake up, cradled against my brother, breathing in his scent, his arms protectively around me, his hair disheveled, stubble growing on his chin. I blink and his arms tighten further, to the point I'm struggling to breathe. I pat him on the arms and he jolts upright, staring down at me sheepishly. I giggle as he lets go of me.
"Sorry" he mutters, "I thought you were in trouble or something."
I shook my head and headed into the bathroom to do my business. I glanced in the mirror. My eyes were bloodshot, my hair messy, and my clothes rumpled. It had been several days since the murder of my mother and we had gotten into a routine with me staying in Logan's room, eating and sleeping, but I knew today, I would have to leave my sanctuary, because today, was my mother's funeral and m
