I detested arguing, and Kent had a way of pushing my buttons. I reach home before him, descend the stairs ahead of him, and open the front door first.

"Hey, Julianna," Mark calls out from the living room where he and Kyle are engrossed in a game of Call of Duty on the Xbox. My brother is quite the gamer, but it's not really my thing.

"Hey," I sigh, unzipping my sweater to relieve the warmth and placing my bag on a dining room chair. I head to the kitchen and grab a glass of water ...