Chapter 4His Obsession Beyond The Sibling Bond

I had a lot on my mind last night, and when my alarm went off, my brain was still foggy.

Unfortunately, I had an 8 AM class.

Declan pulled me out of the covers.

“Baby, open up.”

I groggily brushed my teeth.

He then meticulously washed my face and applied my skincare routine. Only after everything was done did he settle me back on the bed.

My clothes for the day were laid out on the chair, already chosen.

He tilted his face toward me, seeking his good morning kiss.

I gave it to him in a daze.

“Thank you, big brother.”

“Be a good girl. Tell your brother when you’re dressed.”

By the time I was fully dressed, almost half an hour had passed.

Twenty minutes of that was silent internal screaming.

I thought about how utterly useless I’d been—like a total infant—just hours after my big independence speech. I felt deeply embarrassed.

My mind was a blur until my class ended.

I tried scrolling through my phone to distract myself. Then I saw a post that stopped my hand mid-scroll.

I clicked on it before I realized what I was doing.

[My little sister won't let me eat her leftovers anymore. What do I do?]

[This morning, I made breakfast as usual. My little sister loves it, and her cheeks look so cute when she’s finished. When she was done, I went to take her plate, but she wouldn’t let me. If I hadn’t tricked her and said I didn’t make enough for a second portion, I almost wouldn’t have gotten any. This has been happening a lot lately. Has someone been talking nonsense to her?]