Sylvia took a seat beside him, the cool leather of the chair squeaking slightly beneath her. She folded her arms, pulling her coat tighter around herself. "We do have a crappy life, don't we?" she said. She tilted her head toward him with a smirk that didn't quite mask the sadness beneath.
Her gaze softened as she studied him — her big brother, the one who'd always been the shield between her and their father's cruelty. He looked older now, more tired than she remembered.
Winn let out a low chuckle — quiet, rumbling. He glanced sideways at her, his lips twitching. "We have each other," he said. "That's all that matters. I'll always be there for you, and I know you'll always be there for me."
Sylvia nodded slowly. "Yes," she whispered. Her throat tightened, and she had to blink fast before tears betrayed her composure. Then she forced herself to straighten. "And I have to talk to you about that. Reese is taking me to scout for apartments."
