Chapter 17 The Painting

Arella “SIS!” Brett’s face lit up when he saw me approaching the dining room. They already started the dinner without me because it took me some time to groom myself. “Brother.” I smiled brightly at him like nothing happened last week. Brett stood and pulled me into a bear hug. “I missed you, Are.” I returned the hug and whispered, “I missed you, too, but you’re crushing me.” “I’m just glad you’re here,” he whispered back. “Me too.” I pulled away and...