I breathed heavily, looking at our apartment's front door. This wasn't going to be fun. Steeling myself, I walked in, seeing Kevin cleaning the countertops. When he saw me, he broke into a small smile.

"Hey Quinn!" he declared in an overly loud voice. "Welcome back!"

I stared daggers at him as Mother came into the kitchen from the other room. She walked right in front of me and folded her arms.

"You can leave, Kevin."

Mandarin. Awesome. This was going to be great. Kevin really liked to play both sides of the whole "good guy that just wants to help his brother" shtick, especially since he was clearly disappointed...