"Alright, you go change, and I'll tidy up for you," Angelo said.

It wasn't his first rodeo helping his brother out.

While Alonzo swapped outfits and scrubbed up, Angelo ducked into the study and started stuffing books from the desk into his brother's schoolbag. He double- checked for Alonzo's school ID-yep, all good-then slung the bag over his shoulder and stepped out.

Alonzo was just finishing up, freshly dressed.

"Bro, I'm heading downstairs," Angelo called. "I'll take your bag down too."

"Cool, thanks," Alonzo replied.

by the couch and made a beeline for the kitchen, lured by the mouthwatering aroma.

amazing! Can I eat yet? I think-oh, Aunt, you're here!" Angelo burst in,

turned to her nephew with a calm smile. "Is Alonzo

get moving. He's still washing up," Angelo said, his big eyes sparkling with kid-like curiosity. "Auntie, you trying to pick up some cooking

Tatum to whip up breakfast for him daily, so he wouldn't have to trek over here every morning. But that was just talk. Every time Angelo tried to drag her out of bed for a lesson, she'd groan she couldn't get up. Sleep always won over cooking. Maternal love? Hit or

learn,"

ushered him out of

sister?" she asked,

Angelo said, tilting his head up at her. His eyes flickered with innocence. "Aunt, you

patted his head with a warm smile. "You can tell, huh? Yeah, I've got some stuff on

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