My eyes shifted to the front door, and I gasped. My younger brother, Aiden stood like a sentinel with his shoulders back, arms folded, and a deep scowl on his face. He was taller than the last time I saw him, towering over our mother. The curly-haired little boy was gone and replaced with the strong, clean-shaven man with a crew cut who I now saw.

Hi, Aiden, I said stopping at the stairs.

So, how long are you here for this time? my brother snapped at me.

Jesus, Aiden, whats with the hostility? I asked, glancing to my mom for an answer to have some sort of reassurance that...