Tori
The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon as I pulled into my driveway. I was exhausted from a long day of work and all I wanted to do was collapse on my couch and enjoy a quiet evening with Adam. But as I climbed out of my car, I saw Jack sitting on the porch, waiting for me.
“Jack?”
“We need to talk, Tori,” he stated as he stood up and brushed his hands on his jeans. His expression was stormy, and I knew that this wasn’t going to be an easy conversation. And I just wasn’t in the mood for it.
“Look, if this is about Adam-”
“It is about Adam,” Jack interrupted, his tone sharp and his gaze even sharper. “He is inside of my old house right now, as if he has every right to be there,”
“Well, he does. It isn’t your house anymore,” I reminded my brother. “It’s mine,”
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