Dianne's POV
"Are you sure you don't want to stay at Daniella's father's mansion until I get back from work?" I ask my little brother.
"Yes, I'm sure. I’ll just stay in my room when Mom gets home," he replies, focused on the video games Mr. Brandon got him over the weekend.
"Fine, I'll bring dinner back after work," I say, closing his bedroom door.
After grabbing my purse, keys, and phone, I step outside, dreading leaving my brother alone, especially since Mom has been worse lately.
I text Tyrell to meet me at Starbucks after his practice so we can talk when I'm feeling low.
"Welcome, Dianne. I'm Kenzie, and this is Nicky," Kenzie, a few years older, greets me. She has red hair and hazel eyes, while Nicky, my age, has black hair and gray eyes.
"Hi," he says shyly.
"The other two st
