“How are you doing?” Nathan asked his brother as they cleaned up the mess left behind after the fight. He had never been more grateful to own a house so far from nosy neighbors. Even though the place didn’t look like a bomb had detonated there, it also didn’t look like something sinister hadn’t taken place. They had some cleaning to do.
Cain paused for a moment with the garden hose still in his hand and water aimed at the blood and ash covering the gravel in their drive way. He seemed to think hard before he answered. How hard was it is to say you are fine or not? Nathan thought with a frown.
“Physically or otherwise?” Cain finally asked in response.
Nathan looked over his shoulder. “I had no idea specifics were required. What’s going on?”
Cain frowned a little
