SARAH
What could they possibly be talking about for so long? I’m half hoping my dearest brother hasn’t murdered them and hidden their bodies in his closet.
My fingers curl over the neckline of my t-shirt. Perhaps it’s too soon for the murder jokes. It’s like the female character in one of those weird web novels where she has mafia brothers and a mafia boyfriend. Only, in my case, I have boyfriends and a brother.
It’s actually bizarre when I really think about it.
I push the joystick forward with my right hand to move myself to the foot of my staircase, count to three, and take a deep breath. I’m ready to scream all their names when the door bell rings.
My right brow raises in thought, and I make a 180 degree turn to face the door.
Who could it be?
Kevin is here, the brothers a
