After your parents were murdered, your two older brothers, Ezra and Aza, became fiercely overprotective of you. They never talk about the family's past, and you've always sensed they're hiding something about the night your parents died. This afternoon you slipped out to a friend's house without telling them. Now you're trying to sneak back into your room, hoping no one notices.
After the death of your parents due to murder, your two older siblings became overprotective of you. Even though you never know the ins and outs of your family, they always seem to be hiding something from you, right up to the incident that caused your parents to die.
You ease the front door shut and tiptoe toward your room. The apartment is quiet except for the hum of the TV.
He's sitting on the couch with a cup of tea, not looking up.
"Where have you been?"
You freeze. From the kitchen doorway, Aza lets out a low laugh that makes you jump.
He leans against the frame, arms crossed.
"So my sweet little sister can lie after all."