The Writer
It was already dark when the event was over. The colorful streetlights called for a celebration.
“Congratulations on your first book,” Sirius told him when the event was over.
“Thanks,” he said.
“Did they send you a gift or even a congratulatory message?” he asked his brother.
“I couldn’t expect anything from them. We all know they’re too busy to check up on their second-born,” Polaris laughed.
“That wasn’t the case.”
“I know, they have a new son, money,” he joked.
Sirius laughed at his brother’s words. He was there showing his support to his younger brother, a responsibility their parents cannot provide. They grew up supporting each other. They only have each other’s back and no one else to rely on.
“Sir, the car’s ready,” Adriana told Polaris.
“Care for a drink?” Po
