Noel
When I woke up, the pounding in my head felt like a jackhammer. I groaned, squeezing my temples as if that would somehow help. Dragging myself out of bed, I shuffled into the living room, my body heavy with regret. The sight of the brothers sitting there startled me for a moment. They didn’t usually wait around like this, and to make things weirder, they’d made breakfast—eggs, toast, the whole nine yards. The smell of coffee hit me, and I realized how much I needed it.
“Morning,” I mumbled, trying to sound casual, but their silence was deafening. No nods, no words, not even a glance in my direction. Just blank stares. The guilt I’d pushed to the back of my mind came rushing forward like a tidal wave. Of course, they were still mad about yesterday.
I grabbed my mug of coffee and sat
