Rissa raised an eyebrow. “You think I don’t notice him sneaking back home at the crack of dawn every morning?” She fixed my hair so it flowed down the side of my neck. “You light a fire in him, Rose. One I haven’t seen in ages. I think my little brother is so used to being the protector that he sometimes forgets how to live his life outside of that role. He’s become jaded and cynical, with a one-track mind. But lately, he’s been like his younger self. More present. He gets along better with everyone and even makes jokes. A little irritable, sure”—we both laughed at that—“but he’s finally
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