KYLE
I sat in my room, leaning back against the cool surface of the window, and staring out into the garden. The sun was setting, casting long shadows over the grounds, and the air was thick with the scent of fresh flowers and damp earth. Evans and Valerie were walking slowly along the stone path, their voices barely audible from here. I couldn't make out their conversation, but the way they moved together—so at ease, so familiar—made something tighten in my chest.
I clenched my fists at my sides. Why did it bother me so much? After all, I was the one who decided to slow things down between us. Unlike my brothers, I was not quick to trust. I needed to make sure that we were not making a costly mistake, trusting Valerie and since they wanted to be the lover boys, then I had no choice but
