Quinn

"Why is she not coming home this week again?"

I sighed as I laid down on the bench, closing my eyes against the sun. I was tired of the question. I had heard it a lot over the past few weeks from my brothers that I was afraid anytime they opened their mouths, praying that wasn't what they wanted to talk about.

Hardly any day passed that they didn't ask me why Mia didn't come home or if I knew anything. Of course, I denied everything. I was glad that she wasn't ...