Biting his lip, he stared at the ground.
Emma, who had been watching silently, felt a flicker of surprise.
Rex had never backed down before.
He was always the aggressive one—the controlling one.
Yet now…
He looked like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs.
For the first time, she saw her brother in a different light.
And honestly?
She liked it.
A part of her was glad to see him like this.
After years of bullying, belittling her, and treating her like she was weak—
Now, he was the one struggling to find his voice.
She crossed her arms, tilting her head slightly.
"We only took a walk around the town," she said, her voice calm. "You're overreacting."
Rex's jaw tightened, his knuckles turning white.
'She's talking back… how dare you talk back at me, you bitch! I'm your older brother!' He thought, but he didn't dare voice those words out.
Or rather, He couldn't.