I Couldn’t Remember Hearing Anyone Come Back Upstairs

in the kitchen in socks, fridge light spilling over one shoulder, same brother as always and not the same at all.

“I almost went back to sleep before I checked that message.”

I didn’t say anything.

He rubbed his face once, hard. “I figured I’d answer in the morning. Then I thought, no, that’s weird, why’s she texting like a substitute teacher.”

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