He casually held his blazer in one hand and commanded with succinct authority, "Greet."

It was early autumn. Leanne was dressed in a beige cardigan, a white silk skirt, her hair pinned up with a clip, leaving strands to softly frame her face like a gentle breeze from the tail end of summer. Larson remembered a visit to the Richardsons' once, during Maddox's birthday bash. Their place was bustling, teeming with guests and kids alike.

A group was playing badminton in the yard when a boy accidentally hit Leanne with the shuttlecock. His apology was arrogant. Leanne, quiet and uncomplaining, simply waited for him to leave before she crushed the shuttlecock underfoot.

Watching from upstairs, Larson found her quite fascinating.

Opening his mouth, Larson greeted her with an exaggeratedly sweet tone, "Hey, sis."

Leanne didn't mind, but Curtis sure did.

His gaze slid over Larson dismissively. "What, did living away from home too long make you forget your manners?"

"I've always called her 'sis.' Why stop now?"

Curtis smirked, "Back then, I could've smacked you for it. Guess what? I still can."

rebellious to the core, challenged, "So, should I call

Leanne was speechless.

even weirder. No surprise Curtis' uncle

this troublemaker was no

Larson, "Call her by name. Or I'll make sure you can't speak again." Larson, feigning nonchalance, knew if his dad or Curtis said it, they meant

He complied, "Hi, Leanne."

young age, Larson's life wasn't much better than an orphan's, earning Leanne's sympathetic understanding. She didn't fuss,

wished for one too. "Uncle, can you

Leanne was again speechless.

was not

sensing his daughter's excitement, lifted her away from the rebellious cousin, patiently explaining, "That's

roast pork, spicy crab, soup, shrimp with vegetables, and

good home cooked food felt like hitting jackpot for Larson, who hadn't had a

apartment in Emberland

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