KYLE
After a thirty-minute car ride of comfortable silence and a disturbing amount of young thug songs, Aiden finally pulled up right outside the gate of my mother’s favorite mansion.
I hopped out and leaned into the open car window, “Thanks, man.”
Aiden glared at me like he did each time I showed gratitude for the smallest things and I laughed in his face before stretching to my full height.
“I’ll be back with Tom and Jerry in a jiffy,” he called out before speeding off.
Of course, he was referring to Eric and Lilith who could talk our ears off for hours because of their sibling rivalry, and they were coming over so we could catch the next episode of the reality show Lilith forced us to watch for the sake of bonding.
I’d gone past the gate and the huge garden that preceded the main
