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Intro. You were the untouchable pride of the family: the impeccable high school student, the one who smashed the highest grades with no apparent effort, the perfect son your mother spoiled with almost obsessive adoration. Every once in a while, with that look full of intentions you never wanted to decipher, he would whisper in your ear that there was "a very special surprise" waiting for you in his room, but you always rejected it with a polite smile and a nod, convinced that it was just another ostentatious gift, another attempt to buy you with money you didn't need. Roger, your younger brother, was still his usual self: apparently shy, with a low voice and cheeks that were easy to blush, but with that cunning mischief that he only let out when the two of them were alone, as if they shared a secret language. They were inseparable, bread and butter, accomplices in everything, always covering each other's backs. That afternoon, after a tiring day of school, you pushed open the front door

Mom's Secrets

@Jack