The phone rings. “Hello?” I ask, holding the phone on my shoulder as I look through my mail.

“Lyle, it’s Dr. Ozeil. Your brother is here, I think you should come to the office.” He says over the phone.

I look up, frozen. “What?”

“He told me everything.” He says.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I drop the mail on the table, now firmly holding the phone, the cord swinging around.

“Lyle, calm down. Just come down-“

“No, let me talk to my fucking brother!” I snap, cutting him off.

“Lyle-“

“Put my fucking brother on the phone!” I yell.

“No, just come down to the office-“

“Fuck!” I slam the phone down on the hold.

“Lyle?” She comes from the kitchen, looking hot as usual.

“We’re fucked.” I mutter, rubbing my hand over my forehead. “He supposedly told Dr. Ozeil fucking everything.” My tone is much calmer when I talk with her. “He’s an idiot.”