Layla
I couldn't remember the last time my brother said anything nice to me, but now he was hugging me tightly and sobbing on my shoulder. What the hell was going on today?
“Ralph?” I whispered with uncertainty creeping into my voice.
He sniffed, slowly pulling away. “I'm sorry. I'm just glad you're alive. I'm glad you're back.”
I raised a surprised eyebrow. I had no idea he cared enough to even cry for me. My heart warmed slightly at that fact.
“I'm alive. I promised Mom I would make it back alive, and I did.”
He looked at me, and his eyes showed no hint of hostility. It felt so strange because all these years, I thought he hated me, and now he was looking at me like I was the most important thing to him.
It was beginning to feel like I returned to an alternate universe because no
