When I tell him this, I hear him sigh as he sits down on my bed and pulls me onto his knees. I used to think it was weird when I sat on the guys’ laps; they are my stepbrothers, after all, plus we’re all adults. But there is a large part of me that likes it, too. When I’m sitting on their laps, and they have their arms around me, I feel protected. It’s something I haven’t felt since my father left.
