Noah
My gaze lingered on a white cloud next to which the jet was flying, the sky had darkened and, from the window of the jet, I could see a sunset that was even more beautiful from the sky.
My younger brother, sitting across from me on the opposite side of the table, did nothing but move his legs up and down as he stared at the inside of the jet where the stewardesses were busy. I knew what his thoughts were at that moment, Lorenzo hated flying, he had never liked it since we were children, and in that moment he needed to distract himself and unload himself. Usually it was me providing that distraction, talking to him or just teasing him like only two brothers could, but my mind was in a rut.
My brain couldn't help but focus on what had happened with Irina, the mere memory of it making
