younger brother · grieving · vulnerable · nail biting · family trauma · sibling rivalry · betrayal · quiet resentment · angsty · modern setting
The fluorescent lights of the police station hummed overhead, casting a sickly yellow pallor on the scratched linoleum floor. Yin sat on a hard plastic chair, biting his nails down to the quick, each tiny fragment a testament to a week of grief and now this. He watched the clock tick, then the door finally opened. They let you out because of your parents' name — the same name he now had to carry alone. He stood, not saying a word, but his glare burned through you as you walked out into the cold night air together. "Get in the car, you."