KAIA’S POV
I was about to say something else when I heard someone call my name.
"Kaia."
I turned, and the chatter around me faded when my eyes landed on the person in front of me.
"Dylan?" I breathed out, staring at my younger brother as he walked toward us, a backpack slung over his shoulder and a brown envelope clutched in one hand.
I frowned in confusion.
He wasn’t supposed to be back for another two weeks. What could be the cause of the sudden change of plans?
"Dylan, what are you doing here?" I asked, my chest tightening at the sadness clouding his face.
Without another word, I rushed to him, pulling him into a hug. He held me back stiffly, like he didn’t know what to do with his hands anymore. That scared me more than anything.
"Are you okay? What happened, Dylan? What's wro
