The room was a storm of noise and fury.
Jake’s second punch connected with Ethan’s cheek, sending him crashing into the wall again. Blood smeared across Ethan’s lip as he slid down, stunned. “Jake—stop! Just listen—”
“Listen?!” Jake’s voice thundered, veins bulging in his neck. He grabbed Ethan by the collar of his half-on shorts and yanked him upright, slamming him back against the wall hard enough to rattle the picture frames. “You’ve been lying to my face for weeks! f*****g my little sister in my house while I trusted you to watch out for her! You’re supposed to be my brother!”
Sarah’s sobs turned into guttural, broken wails. She clutched the doorframe like her legs might give out, mascara streaking down her cheeks in black rivers. “I can’t breathe,” she choked out, voice cracking. “
