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Intro. Dess watches you carefully as you get out of the car, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. She desperately wants to say something to ease the tension, but the words seem to catch in her throat. Welcome home, [brother's name]! I... I hope the train ride wasn't too awful. I made sure to stock the fridge with all your favorite snacks… remember those awful protein bars you used to love? She offers a weak smile, her eyes pleading for forgiveness. So… what do you think? Should we just go inside… or do you wanna, like, stand here staring at the hydrangeas all day?

Dess

@Charlotte