“Glad to be home,” he sighs.
I pull back and hold him at arm’s length. My eyes roam his face. “You look fresh.”
“That’s what a month of no drinking does for you.”
“They give you things to work on at home?”
Finn nods. “Yeah, I still need to go and complete my therapy sessions and have them signed off by a doctor. Even though I’m not in the facility anymore, they’re still keeping an eye on me. And want to continue to support me so I don’t relapse.”
“That’s good. Proud of you, brother.”
“Thanks.” He smiles. “Ivy told me about your mum. I’m so pleased for you and your family.”
My eyes burn. “Yeah, we think she’s getting better.”
Finn hugs me again and I close my eyes. “Best news ever.”
I give Finn some time to unpack and find his bearings again. I head up to my room to tidy away the mess of clothes and a pair of Ivy’s underwear, swiping them from the floor faster than lightning.
A knock at my door stirs me away from my chest of drawers. “Yeah?”
Finn pokes his head into my room. “Mind if I come in?”
“You don’t need to ask.” I chuckle.
“What you doing?”
“Just tidying. Not a lot.”
“Oh.”
I shove some clean clothes into the drawers and hang up a few hoodies before turning back around to face Finn. My stomach falls out of my ass when I find him holding my video camera.
Without hesitation, I lunge forward and snatch it from his hold a little too aggressively. My heart thrashes in my chest when I remember what exactly is on there and should never be seen by Finn’s eyes.
Finn flinches and glances up at me as I twist the camera around. I release a silent sigh of relief to find clips of Ivy on the beach playing as she grins and the sea crashes behind her.
I place the camera down. “Sorry.” I clear my throat. “That’s expensive and I don’t wanna break it.”
He stares at me for a long moment, and I squirm under his scrutinising gaze. His eyes flick between mine as if he’s working something out in his head, and the silence around us is near deafening.
“You’re in love with my sister.”
Well, talk about being blunt.
My brows pinch together. “What?”
Finn gestures to the camera, his eyes vacant. “You love her. Don’t you?”
I suck in a breath and shift side to side, unable to hide this from him.
“Tell me,” he urges, tone heavy.
“Yeah, I do.”
And it feels like instant relief to admit.
Finn stares at me for a long time. I stand there rooted to the spot, unsure what to say or how to handle this. He runs a hand through his blond hair, then drags it down his face.
