Alastair
“What is going on with you?” Atticus asked, and I glanced over at my brother. Of course, his desk was neat and organized. My desk was an absolute mess and usually that didn’t bother me. Today it did.
“Nothing,” I said as I stood up and started clearing the rubbish from my desk. Empty tin cans and chocolate wrappers went into the bin. I moved quickly as I sorted through the invoices, quotations, and contracts.
“Don’t lie to me, brother,” Atticus warned, and I sighed as I shoved three pens into the pen holder.
“Jacob was at my place last night,” I informed him. “He…he was upset…I think,”
“Upset about what?” my brother questioned curiously. I shrugged and tried to keep my expression as neutral as possible. My brother would catch onto my thoughts without me even having to say
