The police quickly wrapped up everything, and Kabir was more than willing to give a statement, but first, he had to make sure Brandon had arrived home safely.
The ride back to the mansion was quiet. The lights outside blurred like distant memories he no longer wished to hold onto. His reflection in the glass was a stranger — someone who had tried too hard to be a brother, and failed
He had never been the type to show his pain, but today was an exception. He loved them. He was angry; it was within his rights to be pained. His father had sold him off to a ringmaster, and thankfully, Kabir had saved him in time; who knows what he would have been forced to do? He got the best of education and a friend, and now he had a place to call home.
