Kyle sighed and pushed the front door open, distantly aware of his brother following. Mason was wearing a well-fitting suit, and a tie tied all the way up, despite basically being at home. His ear-long dark hair was slightly ruffled by the wind that had picked up, but he still looked presentable enough for their father’s approval.
Kyle, on the other side, would probably send their father into another tirade if he showed up at the dinner table in sweatpants and Theo’s t-shirt featuring Metallica.
“I’m going to change first,” he said as he kicked his shoes off.
“That’s a good idea.” Mason chuckled, adjusting his tie before heading for the dining room. Kyle had barely reached the staircase leading upstairs when his mother appeared from the door his brother disappeared into, wearing a tight
