Brandon and Clay met me halfway, and I couldn't tell from their faces if we were going to be under attack or about to throw a party.
"Okay, what happened? Travis only just got back right, so he couldn't have done anything..." Just then, we heard a female scream from the guesthouse I'd just thrown her mother out of.
"What the f**k was that?"
"Travis." Brandon hid a grin, and the knot in my gut eased a little. Travis, Kyle, and I are as close as you can get for blood.
When my family had been murdered, he was the only one of the extended that hung around after the dust had settled.
The others had come out for the funeral, of course, but most of them were only interested in what they could get out of our loss.
Travis, because he had spent time here with us since he was a kid and then liv
