Kayden looked at his two brothers and trembled.
These two men in front of him were stiff as a rock, yet their eyes looked at them with concern. It was such a bizarre thing for him to realize that so much time has been wasted until the three of them realize what it means to be each other's brothers.
They were strained, stiff, and awkward with each other, almost as if they were learning how to be brothers to each other.
But then he could not ignore that warm comfortable feeling that was nurturing his heart.
Yes, he lost a great part of his identity, in fact, half of him.
He lost his mother and his entire maternal family.
Yet why is it that he was feeling that he had gained more than what he lost? He felt like something stolen from years for many years was finally coming back to him.
Slowly restored, slowly rebuilt.
