TRISTAN
As I stood outside my brother’s office, I lost count of how many times I thought about turning around and leaving. Every time I gathered the courage to step close to the door, it vanished before I could knock. The cycle repeated itself at least a dozen times. I was about to carve a hole in the floor from all my pacing around.
Apologizing wasn’t my thing. I wasn’t the so-called “bigger person.” I was the cocky dude who did stupid s**t and got away with it. It worked every time…until it didn’t anymore. And now, here I was, afraid to face my twin and tell him two very simple words.
“You’re being pathetic,” Cypress scoffed.
“Shut up!” I barked back.
“Either own up to what you did or kill him and destroy the evidence,” he half-joked. “Don’t just stand there like a plant.”
“Tristan
