Hezron felt a sinking sensation in his chest as he descended the stairs, hoping that his older brother's visitors had already left their house. However, his hopes were quickly dashed when he saw Zecher sitting in the living room, seemingly waiting for him. The rain outside had forced his brother's friends to stay the night, and his parents had decided that Zecher would also be staying, with Hezron.
As he reached the bottom of the stairs, Hezron plastered a polite smile on his face, masking the unease and discomfort he felt.
"Good evening, Zecher," his sister greeted, her tone is neutral.
Zecher returned the greeting with a nod, his expression unreadable. Hezron glanced around, noticing the cozy setup in the living room with blankets and pillows arranged for the unexpected guests. It wa
