A kick to my foot interrupted my thoughts. “Hey.” Jonas. What did he want now? My step-bro constantly gave me grief. He wanted the best bedroom, used my stuff without asking, and filled every room he was in with a larger than life presence that couldn’t be ignored. He was hot. And my brother now. And wasn’t that a disturbing truth? My father was gone, so how the fuck was it fair that I was saddled with a brother now? We weren’t family. We were roommates.
