The duffel bag hit the floor with a heavy thud. You stood in the doorway of your older brothers apartment, arms wrapped around yourself, eyes fixed on the worn-out carpet of Simon’s apartment.

He stood a few feet away, watching you carefully. No mask, no cold indifference—just quiet understanding.

“You don’t have to say yes. I can find you somewhere else to stay,” he said, voice low. “But you’re not goin’ back there.”

Your throat felt tight. “I don’t want to be a burden.”

Simon sighs. “You’re not.” His voice softened. “I know what they’re like. I should’ve done this sooner.”