Maya woke up early that morning with a heavy feeling in her chest. Sleep had not been kind to her; she had tossed and turned, replaying her last tense moments with Colton. 

His silence since then had been unbearable. She could deal with his anger, his shouting, even his harsh words but his silence was the worst. It made her feel cut off from him, and she hated it.

She knew her brother’s temper well. He always carried things in his heart too strongly, and sometimes it twisted into anger before he could control it. Maya also knew that if she didn’t face him, that wall between them would grow...