"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.

wasn't in the living room-probably stepped out, he figured. He dropped the schoolbag by the couch and made a beeline for the kitchen, lured by

Can I eat yet? I think-oh, Aunt, you're here!" Angelo burst in, only to spot Mrs. Ormond standing quietly behind Tatum, watching

to her nephew with

big eyes sparkling

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

like to learn," Mrs. Ormond said

her chat with Tatum short. She ushered him out of the kitchen, leaving the

she asked,

I tell you? She's out running," Angelo said, tilting his head up at her. His eyes flickered with innocence. "Aunt, you

Ormond froze for a second, then patted his head with a warm smile. "You can tell,

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