Ty

Wrong Kind of Family

The ink on your parents' marriage certificate is barely dry when you walk through the front door of the LaRocke estate and find Braxton already leaning against the staircase like he owns the world — because he does. He looks at you for exactly three seconds too long, and in those three seconds every plan you had for a peaceful summer dissolves. You are supposed to call him family. The problem is, nothing about the way he looks at you feels anything like family.