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HOLLIN
Today was the wedding, but that wasn’t what I was excited for. It was in second place to my brother coming home. The tour was officially over, and he was off until he had to get back into the studio and work on a new album. Normally, he’d hole up in LA, but things were different. Now, he was coming back home.
Nora had wanted to come with me to pick him up from the airport, but she was too busy with the wedding. She was still furious with August and Tamara. Not that I could blame her. I’d gotten a bunch of boxes and helped her pack up her apartment. She was currently living in my guest room. Dad had offered for her to stay with him, but she hadn’t wanted to. Moving back home would have felt like a defeat. I didn’t know how she was putting on a happy face. She was a professional
