Kilin's heart pounded with suppressed anger as her aunt's car disappeared down the street. She turned towards her younger brother, Raylan and took his small hand in hers. She then led him towards the imposing front door of their home.
As they stepped inside, Kilin exhaled deeply, attempting to release the tension that had built up within her. She slipped off her shoes, not bothering with the usual gracefulness she possessed. Her mother, standing nearby, couldn't help but notice something was wrong with Kilin. She wasn't wearing fancy clothes like her son.
In fact, she was dressed in a set of expensive sweatpants and shoes instead of a gorgeous dress. Her once meticulously styled hair now hung in dishevelled strands, her makeup smudged and running down her cheeks. It was a far cry from the elegant attire she had worn earlier.
