Brother’s arrival
My brother arrived late and barely acknowledged my presence. He walked in with a defensive demeanor, avoiding eye contact.
His steps were slow and deliberate, as if he was bracing for impact. I watched as he muttered a half-hearted greeting, then settled into a chair farthest from me.
His body language screamed discomfort. It felt as though he had built a barrier around himself, one I had no intention of breaking through.