Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen

Chapter 107

Mia hadn’t anticipated Timothy revisiting this question, and it was getting increasingly difficult for her to respond.

With a hint of condescension, Timothy watched her struggle. “Having trouble answering?” he teased.

“Not exactly.” Mia replied, pausing briefly as she met his gaze. “So, would you prefer the truth or a fabrication?

* she asked.

“… Perhaps silence would be best.” Timothy retorted indifferently before walking away.

As Mia took a step forward, she noticed the dog standing beside her, its tail wagging eagerly as it looked at

her.

She stopped in her tracks, and instinctively stepped back. “Please, stay right there,” she implored, her eyes fixed on the dog.

While she held no ill will toward the creature, suppressed childhood fears surfaced as the dog moved closer.

“Here, boy.”

Just as Mia contemplated a quick escape, Timothy, who had just disappeared into obscurity moments ago,

reappeared to rescue Mia.

Beneath the soft glow of the streetlight, he reached out his hand to her.

At the sight of Timothy, the dog promptly sat down, its tail wagging gently.

“The dog is sitting now. Walk to me, Mia.”

I can’t do

a count of ten,” Timothy declared.

Timothy didn’t simply

he said “ten seconds,” he

within her, Mia swiftly

as he watched Mia sprinting courageously toward him. A faint

recognizing that some emotional wounds required

in Timothy’s arms

his once–extended hand

gently on her back

a trace of anxiety in her voice, Mia asked. “The

reassured her. “No, it didn’t.”

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to look back, relieved to find the imposing dog had vanished. “I

had been, a lingering fear gnawed

calm voice resonated, “How much

loosened her grip and took a step

mockery. Timothy teased, “Consider that your one free pass.”

soured instantly.

dog were to chase

scared it away yourself. After all, you’re not really pregnant

we’re going to put on a show, let’s

cover.”

she was close to revealing too

and she had to tread carefully.

shadow cast under the streetlamp. Intentionally lagging a

stepped on his silhouette.

corner of his eye, Timothy smirked. “Mia, resorting to