“Where is this coming from?” he asked in an authoritative tone, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

“Oh, you know…,” I sneered, standing over him and leaning on the surface of the table. “Just being sent to Sudan for four months, having little to no means of communicating with anyone except you! Whenever I mentioned coming home, you gave me orders to stay on longer, saying I was needed! But I wasn’t, Alex! I trusted you and followed your orders, even though I knew I didn’t belong there. At first, I refused to believe it. You’re my brother. There’s no way you’d make me stay just to keep me away. I agreed to a month to let you figure out what was going on, but as time passed, I knew I was wrong about it. I knew I was wrong about you. You didn’t send me there to keep me safe. You probably never even tried to look into what was going on! You ordered me to stay to keep me from seeing Mackenzie!”

He rolled his eyes. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He returned his attention to the folder in front of him. “Now, this shelter has been open for a few months, but there are still threats of–”

“Bullshit!” I roared, tearing the file out of his hands and throwing it to the ground. “Bullshit, Alex! You’re purposely doing this to keep me away from Mackenzie! Of course, it’s completely normal for you to not feel any guilt about lying to anyone. Hell, be enough of an asshole and they’ll learn to love you, right?” I taunted, recalling how Alexander had kept so much information from his wife about their past, it nearly tore them apart. He had lied to her from day one, claiming it was the only way to keep her safe, but he was lucky enough that she learned to look past all of that. “It worked for you and Olivia so why the fuck should anyone else be happy?” Picking up my full coffee mug, I threw it against the wall and charged my brother, trying to tackle him to the floor.

“What the hell do you mean by that?” Alexander asked, placing his hands on my forearms, attempting to free himself from my hold.

“Exactly what I said! You lied to her for months and felt no remorse! What kind of person does that? I’ll tell you. A cold-blooded prick who wouldn’t know what love was if it slapped him in the face!” Pulling my fist back, I landed a hard blow to his jaw, forcing him to the ground.

Alexander grabbed onto my leg, swiping at my other one with his foot. I lost my balance and, in an instant, he had the upper hand, pinning me against the tile floor.

“I did that because I love her!” he bellowed. “Don’t assume you know how I feel about that woman, Tyler!”

“Oh,” I groaned out, unrelenting in my assault. “Looks like I hit a soft spot, doesn’t it? Now you know how it feels.” I raised my knee to kick Alexander in the groin unsuccessfully. My brief stint in the navy was no match for his SEAL training. I wrapped my hands around his thick neck, trying to break his hold. “How would you feel if someone refused to let you see her?!” I grunted, my breathing becoming labored. “I just want to see her! To explain! Stop trying to control–”

“Boys!” a shrill voice echoed through the kitchen. “What in God’s name do you think you’re doing?!”

As if we were two errant children instead of grown men, we quickly released our hold on each other and craned our heads toward the doorway. Our mother was standing there, Olivia and little Melanie close behind.

“Ma…” Alexander scrambled to his feet. I mirrored his movements, brushing my shorts off and trying to make it appear as if I hadn’t been trying to kill my brother.

“Don’t Ma me. I brought you two into this world and I can damn sure take you out of it. Alexander,” she scolded, glaring at him, “you’re thirty-seven, almost thirty-eight! You’re married with a child who’s nearly six! Right now, she’s acting more mature than you are!”

“We were just–”

She held up her hand. He quickly snapped his mouth shut.

“And you, Tyler!” She turned her attention to me and I cowered under her gaze, more scared of her than I ever was of my drill sergeants during basic training. “We haven’t seen you in four months and this is how you behave?!”

“Blame Alex,” I muttered.

Mom shot her head toward Alexander. “Why does he want to blame you?”

Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he shrugged sheepishly. “Because…” He avoided her eyes, not giving her an answer.

“All right!” she bellowed, her voice firm.

I cringed. I hadn’t heard that tone since I was a small child. It was the voice that always made me stop whatever I was doing and pretend I was the perfect angel she raised me to be. Her nostrils flaring, showing her heavy Irish temper, she stalked toward where we stood and grabbed our hands, yanking us out of the kitchen and into the living room. Alexander and I towered over her by more than a foot, but she always had a way of making us feel slightly terrified.

“Sit!” she ordered. “Alex, you over there.” She gestured to one end of the couch. “Tyler, you over there.” She nodded toward the other end. “This way, I know you won’t kill each other.”

Alexander and I quickly obeyed, both of us lowering ourselves onto opposite sides of an oversized cream-colored sectional set against a large window, the sunlight streaming in behind us.

“This has gone on long enough. You two are going to talk, and you’re going to talk now.” She ran her hand through her nearly white hair. Looking at the ceiling, she took a deep breath and returned her eyes to us, her expression softening. “We should have done this ages ago, but I thought you two would be mature enough to handle it on your own. Apparently, I was wrong.”

I crossed my arms in front of my chest and stared straight ahead, not wanting to be the first to speak. I wasn’t the one who had been acting unreasonably.

“Olivia, dear,” Mom called over her shoulder to the tall, slender brunette. “I think it’s best you join us, as well. You seem to make Alexander less of a stubborn ass and more of a rational person. Melanie, sweetie…” She directed her attention to the dark-haired little girl at Olivia’s side. “Can you go down to your playroom for a little while and play with your toys? Grandma will buy you a brand new doll if you do what I ask and don’t get into any trouble for the next twenty minutes. Can you do that?”

Grinning and showing a few missing teeth, she said, “Okay, Grandma.” She was about to head away before she ran toward me and flung her arms around my neck. “I missed you, Uncle Tyler,” she whispered softly.

I returned her hug and placed a kiss on her cheek. “I missed you, too, munchkin.”

Releasing herself from my grasp, she spun around and bounced toward the stairs leading to the basement, which had been modified into an extravagant playroom of which any child would be jealous.

“Now,” Mom said once younger ears were no longer present, “it’s time you boys stopped acting childish. Tyler, you’ve kept everything inside for a while now. Get it out.”

“What are you talking about, Ma?” I asked quietly. “I haven’t–”

“Bullshit, Tyler. You’re still carrying the guilt of what happened to Melanie and it’s strained your relationship with your brother…with everyone. I am the last one to ever demean someone for wanting to join the military, but I voiced my opinion with Alexander and I’m sure as hell going to voice it with you. Your reasons were fucking bullshit and cowardly. Instead of learning to cope with losing Melanie, you went into the service.” She took a deep breath before softening her expression. “I’m so proud of you.” She glanced from me to Alexander. “Of both my boys. Your father was never a great communicator and I fear you both inherited that trait from him. So, please, I’m getting old. I don’t want to feel like I’m walking on eggshells around you two.”

Alexander narrowed his gaze at me. “What’s going on, Ty?” he asked quietly, holding Olivia’s hand in his.