Keep you warm

But his father persisted, his need for answers evident. "You called someone 'brother,' Hebrew. Tell me who you were talking to."

With a heavy heart, Hebrew realized the weight of his deception. "He's just a friend, Dad. One day, he'll visit, and then I'll introduce him to you, okay?"

"A friend?" his father echoed, his worry deepening. "What's his name?"

As Hebrew struggled to find the words, the weight of his secrets threatened to suffocate him. "Kia," he finally managed, the name tasting like ash in his mouth.

"Kia? Can you say something I'll understand, young man?" His father pressed, his concern growing by the second.

"Yes, Kia. He's my namesake, Dad. That's why I called him brother, and he's cool with it."

Hebrew explained, though the truth felt like a betrayal weighing heavily on his conscience.