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 it!” Mia

of

didn’t simply

Timothy’s character–when he said

courage within her, Mia swiftly

watched Mia sprinting courageously toward him.

emotional wounds required a

Mia found herself enveloped in

once–extended hand now

a fleeting moment, his fingers rested gently on her back before tightening

trace of anxiety in her voice, Mia asked.

her. “No, it

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eventually mustered the courage to look back, relieved to find the imposing dog had vanished.

gnawed at her. She feared it might suddenly reappear

point, Timothy’s calm voice resonated, “How much

Then, she loosened her grip and took a step back. “Ahem,

teased, “Consider that your one

expression soured instantly.

a dog were to chase me? I might complain to Grandma

easily scared it

going to put on a show, let’s make it convincing, so we

cover.”

herself just in time, realizing she

required skill, and she had to tread

under the streetlamp. Intentionally

stepped on his

antics from the corner of his eye, Timothy