Mom would see it tomorrow morning.
Food for weeks.
Maybe longer if we stopped eating like emotional support bears.
Thane headed upstairs first without saying anything else.
Exhaustion dragged heavily through every movement he made now.
Watching him like this was starting to scare the s**t out of me.
Because Thane only got this quiet when he was close to breaking something.
Usually himself.
I followed both my brothers upstairs while my phone practically burned through my pocket.
Our room smelled like us again.
Mostly.
Underneath the blood and sweat and cold night air, I could still feel the absence of her scent like a bruise.
She had been here.
In our room.
On our roof.
In our s**t.
Reckless little menace.
I should’ve been furious.
I wasn’t.
I was weirdly proud.
And terr
