Miles
Devon-dad opened the door to our apartment and walked in, dragging his suitcase behind him. Megan came out of the lift fatigued while holding her bag in her hand. I reached out to her, trying to get it.
"Let me help you," I said, trying to grab it.
Megan tracked it down badly and got past me, without even giving me a word as she walked into the house and left for her room. I sighed and groped my head before I came in with my duffel bag. When I walked in, Megan’s bedroom door slammed and I heard the lock.
I watched desperately my two dads who just shrugged their shoulders.
"Give her some time, Let her pass," Dad Lucas said, and I looked down and went to my room.
I put the bag next to the door and closed it, then threw myself on the bed and crossed my arms behind my back. My twin
