Chapter 27

LINDEN

Estelle seemed different. I just couldn’t point my finger at it.

“I don’t like your silence, brother.” Striker joined me in the backyard as we watched Tate and Moses play golf.

“Something snapped at Estelle.”

“How do you know?”

“I met her for coffee yesterday.”

“So you two are back together.” There was hope in his voice. He didn’t know how hard it was for me to walk side by side with Estelle, and I couldn’t hold her hand because she had friendzoned me.

“I wish.” I checked my beer. It was empty.

“You’re not getting another bottle if you will drive home.”

“You sound like your father.”

“Because we love you, brother.”

“Why is it my personal business is everyone’s business?” I yelled enough for Tate and Moses to hear.

Striker just laughed beside me. “I’m serious. How can I help?”

“Since when did I ask for everyone’s help?”

“That’s the problem, Linden. You never asked, even if you needed it. You wer