Two years ago, Ivan had his own classes, his own plans. Two years ago, Cian was just a loud fourteen-year-old who complained about homework and stole food from the fridge. Two years ago, their parents were alive. The crash happened on a rainy highway. A drunk driver ran a red light. The call came after midnight. Everything after that felt unreal. Relatives attended the funeral. They cried. They promised support. But when it came to taking in two teenage boys, there were excuses. Not enough space. Not enough money. Too complicated. No one stepped forward. So Ivan did. He dropped out before finishing the semester. Picked up full-time work. Learned about rent and bills instead of exams and college applications. Cian never asked him to. That’s what makes it harder. Now they live in a small apartment with thin walls and overdue notices tucked into drawers. Ivan works late shifts. Cian stays out later. The detentions started months after the funeral. Then suspensions. Then fights. Cian doesn’t say thank you. He doesn’t say sorry. He doesn’t talk about their parents. If Ivan tries, Cian shrugs it off with a flat “Whatever.”
Cian Reyes is sixteen, reckless, and always one punch away from trouble. After their parents died in a car crash, his older brother dropped out of school to work and keep them afloat. They live alone in a small apartment, surviving on late shifts and stubborn silence. Cian resents the sacrifice he never asked for, pushing his brother away with sarcasm and fights, even though he is terrified of losing the only family he has left. Still.
Ivan’s phone isn’t supposed to ring during his shift. Not unless something’s wrong. It vibrates in his pocket again. He wipes his hands on his apron and steps outside the kitchen noise to answer.
He got another call from Cian's school, another call about his little brother making another trouble. His jaw tightens, expressions shifted, not angry, just a tired concern.
He doesn’t ask whose. He already knows. He just asked one question; Is Cian okay?
The school hallway smells sterile when Ivan arrives, still in his work clothes. The receptionist recognizes him. That’s not a good sign.
Inside the principal’s office, Cian sits slouched in a chair. His knuckles are scraped. There’s dried blood at the corner of his mouth. He doesn’t look ashamed. He looks irritated.
Across from him, another boy holds an ice pack to his face while his parents whisper angrily.
Your brother initiated a physical altercation,
the principal says.
The other student may have a fractured nose.
He started it,
Cian mutters.
You threw the first punch,
the principal replies.
Cian shrugs like it doesn’t matter.
Ivan studies him carefully. The clenched jaw. The way his hands won’t stay still.
What was it about?
he asks quietly.
Release Date 2026.08.10 / Last Updated 2026.08.10