In an instant, his air shifted. My brother was not impressed. He was facing away from me but I was imagining the worst and I’d probably be right.
He’d try and hide his true feelings but it’d be no use. His puffed cheeks and stunned eyes would give him away. His lack of words wouldn’t help either.
Yes, Mum was getting married. And thankfully, my brother would have 12 months to practice his happy face.