Davis
I gave my brother another hug before falling into my good throne.
“I’ll be on my way,” he said walking slowly to the door, still in disbelief that I had given him the bracelet.
“Sure,” I waved to him.
Watching him leave was like watching a comedy show. It was nice doing something for him that wasn’t about me giving him orders and what not to.
We had not been this emotional in a very long time. I might argue and say that the last time we were this close to each other was when mother died.
It hurt us both but mostly me because I was closer to her than he was.
I had lied when I told him that our parents loved us equally. I could see the difference between how we were treated. That could be the reason he had grown up to be like how he was.
When he was gone, I leaned into my cha
