Matt
I tried to read Jack’s face as he loomed over me, the dim light from the porch lamp casting shadows that deepened the anger in his eyes. I had never seen him this upset, and knowing it was because of me stirred a pot of anxiety in my stomach.
“You think you're some kind of hero, don’t you?” Jack sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Stepping in to be the knight in shining armor for my little sister.”
“It’s not about being a hero,” I responded, trying to keep my voice steady. “I just don’t understand why you’re so harsh with her. She’s an adult, too, you know. And she’s your little sister. Why do you treat her the way that you do?”
“Celeste is my family, not yours,” Jack retorted sharply, his posture tense. “You have no idea what goes on in our home, the history an
