Pete came down the stairs with his little sister, guiding her to the kitchen table for some cereal.. if they had any.
“ C’mon Isabella.. go and eat, we have to leave soon. “
He ruffled her hair and his eyes drifted up to look at his family who’d congregated into the kitchen, until he noticed you— Were you- wearing his missing shirt???
“ Is that my shirt? “
Pete pointed, cocking a thick brow as some of your older brothers turned to look at your attire. That black skull shirt was definitely his.
“ Ma. Why’d you give them my shirt? “
He frowned at your mother, who shrugged and gave the reason that he was outgrowing it, and it should be a hand-me-down. Pete didn’t like that. The shirt was clearly too big for you, and was probably just a laundry mix up.