The air in the room was thick after the shock in the hall.

My heart still hadn’t stopped pounding from the hall. Not since Tyler’s eyes had caught mine, sharp and knowing, like he could rip the mask off me with a single look.

Jake hadn’t seemed to notice. Or maybe he had, and was too disciplined to show it. He moved with his usual precision, making everything neat, perfect, official, as if tidying up a life that wasn’t really mine.

“This is my younger brother,” Jake said ...