I dropped my little bag on the floor and walked as fast as I could to reach Luke and hug him. It felt good to be in his arms again—after three years— and my eyes burned as I realised how much I missed him.
If Wolfe was our big brother, Luke was like a father figure to us—though sometimes he acted more like that annoying sibling everyone hated.
Something was different. All my life, I knew Luke loved skinship, at least with us six as he was close to us. But today, he didn't hug me back as he used to. I did feel his hands on my back, but he was trying to be careful and gentle.
I pressed my lips and parted from him to look at his face. He might be smiling, but his eyes looked dead, the brightness they held before was now absent. But I understood him. Aside from the fact that he spent severa
