——Aaron
“Who are you and what are you planning to do with my sister?”
I stopped midway on the front stoop. I glanced at the unconscious body in my arms and to the girl standing in the doorway. She looked like a tiny replica of Sam.
“Who are you?” I needed to be sure if she was related to Sam. So I still asked her.
“I’m the sister of that young lady you are about to take advantage of,” the girl said in a surprisingly calm voice.
“Don’t be silly. Do I look like that kind of guy to you? Look, she’s sick. Where’s her room?” I was starting to struggle with Sam’s weight.
Her left eyebrow rose. “Oh. She’s unconscious. Did you drug her? You did, didn’t you?” she said accusingly, jabbing her finger at me.
I shifted Sam’s weight and sighed, getting annoyed. As the youngest son myself, I n
