AIDEN.
The tension was so high that it could be cut with a knife. I watched him staring at his hands, a slightly defeated expression on his face. Years of distance and estrangement sat between us, and the gap which had widened over the years now seemed too great to cross.
How did one address a brother they had forgotten? How was I supposed to react to the man who turned his back on me, turned his back on our family, and left without any explanation?
Resentment festered in my heart, and I wanted to hurt him. I wanted to make him pay for all the pain he caused Mama and I after he left. He was a selfish man for doing that, and I didn't know if I would ever forgive him.
To avoid strangling him right then and there, I chose to keep my hands busy instead. I typed away on my phone, complet
