Julian's POV
I notice Bryson standing in the doorway, and every muscle in my body tenses up. The last thing I need right now is him trying to play concerned stepbrother.
I turn back to the punching bag and throw another combination, hoping he'll get the hint and leave me alone.
He doesn't.
"Hey," Bryson says, stepping into the room. "You okay?"
"I'm fine." I don't look at him, keep hitting the bag.
"Look, about dinner tonight…"
"I said I'm fine." I punch harder, the impact sending vibrations up my arms.
"Your dad was pretty mad. Maybe you should talk to my mom tomorrow."
That's when I stop. I turn around, and whatever he sees on my face makes him take a step back.
"I don't need advice from you."
"I'm just trying to help."
"Help?" I laugh, but there's n
