Bentley
Hillary runs into Jake’s arms, clinging onto him like a koala. I look away and head into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. He called me after the movies to ask if he could stay a few days with Hillary. He told me he was surprising her and that I shouldn’t tell her.
I agreed, of course.
He’s my brother and he’s always welcome here—Hillary or not. We used to be close at some point. Not close-close, just… less hate. It was silly fights about how he thinks I’m proud because I have so much money, or how I don’t stand up for him when Dad says nasty things to him.
It got worse because of a mistake I made and I fully acknowledge my faults. Now he won’t even look at me. I never thought he’d trust me enough to ask Hillary to work for me.
I step out of the kitchen and head upstairs.
