WILLA’S POV
“Home sweet home!” William exclaimed as he stormed inside my house like he owned it.
I had long given up on making him stop barging in unannounced. I had also ceased my attempts at making him shut the hell up about how Grandpa tricked me into agreeing a compromise that was more in their favor.
“Here we go again,” I mumbled to myself.
In just a few seconds, William would prance into the kitchen and say his usual jab about my pseudo-independence.
“Three. Two. One,” I whispered, counting down for my brother’s pesky presence.
I wasn’t disappointed when he strutted in, bringing a tray of fresh eggs and a bag that was full of packaged red meat.
“How’s the air here in the moorland of Wolverham?”
A long sigh was all I gave him as a response.
“Fresh? Different from the rest of
