We waited for Rayan to finish school, and Tyson told Ryker he would pick him up. I was too chicken to face my mother, but I knew I could do anything with Rayan by my side. Rayan was my go-to when s**t hit the fan. He never judged me despite what my parents thought. Rayan was quiet, an observer, and my parents didn't realize how much he truly knew; he was smart.
Rayan knew information was the key, and by always playing in the shadows, he saw a lot of things my parents didn't know. But most of all, he saw me, saw me for who I was; he didn't see me as a problem child, didn't see me the way they did. He only saw me as his sister.
"Hey, sis," Rayan said, climbing in the back of Tyson's car. He leaned over from the back seat, wrapping his little arms around my neck, nearly strangling me agains
