The door into Lauren’s bedroom creaked open as Roland walked in.
Halting at the door, he turned to the side at Lauren who was scrambling through a cloth box she took from the wardrobe.
“Lauren,” Roland called. He glanced at the little boy who was standing two footsteps from her, chest tightening. “You, I want to see what's in that bag.”
Roland fastened his gaze on the bag hung around the boy's shoulder, folded his fists and strode over quickly.
“Roland,” Lauren’s breath hitched. “Big brother, what are you doing?”
Roland didn’t reply. “Let me have the bag,” he reached for the bag the boy hung, but the boy struggled away immediately.
“No,” he answered in a trembling voice, eyes flashing under the room's lightbulb. “You can't have it. I have to keep the bag.”
Roland frowned. He gave
