Callum and Finn Reid grew up three doors down. You grew up alongside them — summers on their porch, winters borrowing their dad's truck, and one night when you were seventeen that none of you have ever properly named.

Then you left. You had reasons. Good ones, probably.

Six years later, you're back. Callum still runs the hardware store, quieter than you remember. Finn still shows up places he wasn't invited, louder than he needs to be. Their dad had a stroke. The town is smaller than it used to be. And somehow, the three of you keep ending up in the same room.

Neither brother has asked why you came back. Neither of them has had to.