[Thad's POV]
“Welcome back, little brother.”
Darlene's voice is too damn chipper after what I just went through, and it grates on my last nerve.
“Why are you here?” I huff, collapsing on my bed and throwing an arm over my eyes. “Do I look like I want to see you right now?”
Honestly, if Darlene didn't insist I return Brielle's purse to her, I wouldn't be a human pin cushion, nor would Brielle and I be walking on damned eggshells. So in retrospect, this whole f*****g situation was her fault.
“I came to keep my cute brother company while he is in the hospital.” Darlene responds unphased. “What kind of sister would I be if I didn't?”
As she speaks, she flips her long, dark hair behind her shoulder and wiggles into a more comfortable position in her seat.
“Anyway,” she continues now. “Ho
