My eyes hurt from staring at a computer screen for so long and push away from my desk. Rubbing the heel of my hands against them, I go over to the kitchen and grab a drink.

Since Blake is on his honeymoon this week, I’ve stocked up my own fridge, so I don’t have to go next door. Which is kind of bullshit, if you ask me. All of a sudden, my brother gets a wife and now I’ve got to cook my own meals. Yeah, I’m not jealous at all.

After the wedding, I hounded my mom for all the details I ...