I went downstairs to check on my mom and found her sound asleep in her room. Ever since she had been confined to a wheelchair and couldn't walk anymore, she had chosen a room downstairs for convenience. I quietly closed the door behind me, making sure not to disturb her.
As I stepped back into the hallway, I saw Regan walking in with Owen by his side. A smile broke out on my face, and I hurried over to greet them. I gave Regan a quick hug and then leaned down to kiss Owen on the forehead.
As expected, Owen instantly pulled away, scrunching up his face in annoyance. "I'm 12 now, Aria! I'm not a kid anymore!" he protested, crossing his arms.
I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him. "Sure, sure. You'll always be my little brother, no matter how old you get."
Owen huffed, but there was a small smile tugging at his lips despite his attempt to act grown up.
