If Reyna was honest with herself she knew the only reason she’d been going to the dance was to avoid sitting in her dorm room. To avoid the silence that would circulate her mind and allow her to conjure up everything she’d done wrong in the past. The silence that made the air seem almost toxic, like each breath she inhaled was smothering her slowly. 

It helped remind them family didn’t always mean blood.

“I suppose it is. But being your older brother is still my number one job.”