Aiden
I hesitated. It had been years since I left, drunk out of my mind in the back of a cab, leaving nothing but a note and a shitload of problems. I owed him an apology, followed by a darn good explanation. I gave three loud knocks on the oak wooden door, stood back, and then waited.
Footsteps thundered down the stairs, followed by the metallic clinking of locks, and then the slow grind of the handle being turned ... then the door opened.
“Aiden!” My brother, Dylan, greeted me with surprise in nothing but a pair of gray shorts and a sleep-drunk voice. “Come in.” He stepped aside, rubbing his eyes.
His dark brown hair stuck up at one side of his head and visible crease marks scored his cheek where it had been pressed against his pillow.
He stood as tall as me and almost as broad, des
