Roman led me towards a stocky plastic chair, easing me down to it. His eyes narrowed on me, then coasted towards the door where he gave Elle a muted nod. "Talk to me about your brother Grant first. He's close to your age, right?"
"Not really." I sighed, the chair rubbing harshly through my sweater to scrape at my tailbone. "I was always the baby by a long shot. Grant was six years older. Kaleb's eight, but he always felt a lot older. He never wanted to be around me, calling me a dumb kid. I didn't have the same mom as him or Kaleb. Apparently, my birth mother dropped me off at the house after I was born saying I was Dads. He took me in and suffered the ridicule that came with me being only half his."
A bitter laugh spilled as I shook my head and scratched at the corner of my eye, feeling
