Chapter 53

The sun was out by the time Kerlson and Carlson arrived at the great house. Flocks of cars of every brand and design are scattered all over the yard. “You can do this” Kerl encourages his baby brother who hugs him tight.

“I know I can because I have you,” Carlson assures him before stepping out. They were all alone, the Greathouse was more of a safe place for the boys but knowing Carlson has been shot in the same house, makes its meaning and intentions questionable. Brandon and the others did not come along.

Dressed in a black tux with a velvet shirt, Carlson walked up the stairs accompanied by his brother who was no more than a walking model. His see-through shirt dances well with his high-end pants.

Every step towards the grand banquet hall made him want to puke. Carlson could see them running around as kids playing with each other like nothing else mattered. Despite the wounds of the past, the smiling faces of his parents made him want to turn back the hands of time to be carefree