At fifteen.
Then I remembered the sound of that slap.
I opened my eyes.
“Yes.”
Richard nodded once.
“Then we do this properly.”
A few minutes later, we heard footsteps overhead.
The stairs creaked.
Brandon was awake.
And he had absolutely no idea what was waiting for him.
He walked into the kitchen yawning.
His hair was messy.
His confidence completely intact.
Then he saw the breakfast.
The tablecloth.
The spread.
A grin appeared.
“Well, look at that,” he said. “You finally figured it out.”
He reached for a biscuit.
Then his eyes landed on Richard.
The biscuit slipped from his fingers.
“What’s he doing here?”
Richard remained seated.
“Sit down, Brandon.”
