My Mother Left Me Her House, but Only If I Let My Brother Move in – on Christmas Morning, Everything Finally Made Sense

“No,” he said. “Nothing about this is normal.”

From the living room, Leo yelled, “Mom!

The robot’s broken!”

“Santa forgot the batteries!” Mia called.

I wiped my face.

“I’ll be right there!” I shouted back.

I turned to Quentin.

“I don’t know how to feel,” I said. “I’m relieved. I’m furious.

I feel like a jerk. And also like you still hurt me.”

He nodded. “All of that’s fair.”

“I don’t know if I can forgive you for all the stress.

But I want to.”

I didn’t answer.

I just went and fixed the robot.

He hovered in the doorway while I put batteries in and pretended nothing had changed.

But everything had.

That night, he helped put the kids to bed.

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