There was a time, long ago, when I would have wanted to see the miserable bastards who birthed Alec and me, then tossed us aside like yesterday’s leftover pizza.
The young, naive me who spent nights staring up at the stars, wondering why the other kids in the pack had parents who cared while I didn’t, would have jumped at the chance to see them again. She would have been ecstatic.
But the me now?
No thanks.
I’d buried them long ago, right next to my dead goldfish, Miguel. I mourned them the same way I mourned him, shedding a single tear over their makeshift gravestone.
So why was I standing outside my brother’s guest room at six in the morning, a gut-wrenching feeling twisting inside me?
It made no sense.
And yet, I couldn’t shake it.
The door opened, revealing Alec with a grim exp
