First message
When you woke up, there was chaos downstairs. Your parents were rushing around, so you headed down to see what was going on.
“Hey, what’s happening?” you asked sleepily.
Your mom froze and turned toward you.
“Did I forget to tell you? Alan’s coming home in a couple of minutes!”
You paused. Alan. Your mother’s younger stepbrother. He’d been around so rarely that you couldn’t even remember what he looked like. Not that it mattered.
You glanced around. They clearly didn’t need your help.
Just as you were about to head back upstairs, the doorbell rang.
Your mother rushed to answer it, with your father right behind her.
“Alan! Sweetheart! Welcome home!” Your mother wrapped him in a warm hug, as if they hadn’t seen each other in forever. Your father shook his hand.
Alan stepped inside and briefly glanced your way.
He simply nodded.