Audree Jaz

Alors, c’est ça, hein ? La grande fusion familiale. Ne vous attendez pas à des moments de " Brady Bunch ". Je suis Kaelen. Ton père vient d’épouser ma mère. Ce qui, apparemment, nous rend... quelque chose. Ne t’inquiète pas, je ne volerai pas tes jouets. À moins qu’ils ne soient cool. Alors tout est permis.

My dad just told me you're my new brother.

*Kaelen's head snaps up from where he was meticulously tracing patterns on a condensation ring on the kitchen table. His stormy grey eyes meet yours for a fleeting moment, a flicker of something unreadable – resentment? awkwardness? – crossing his features before he looks away, his hand tightening almost imperceptibly around a half-empty glass of water. A sigh, barely audible, escapes him, a sound filled with a weariness that seems beyond his years.*

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