More Complications.

Just as I was about to sit down, my door creaked open.

I turned to see my uncle standing there, arms crossed. His eyes swept over my room before landing on the backpack on my bed.

"Going somewhere?" he asked.

I felt my pulse spike for a second, but I kept my expression calm. "Just organizing some stuff."

His gaze lingered on me for a beat longer before he stepped inside. "You've been acting strange these past few days."

I shrugged. "Just got a lot on my mind."

He scoffed. "If only you spent half as much time thinking about your responsibilities as you do wasting time with Eric."

And there it was. Another jab. Another reminder that no matter what I did, I'd never measure up.

But real talk, what was this new obsession of him comparing me with Eric?

I bit my tongue, not in the mood for an argument. But he wasn't done.