“I rest my case,” Bram muttered. He wrapped his arms around me and slapped me on the back a couple of times as we hugged. “Make sure you get some pictures,” he said quietly in my ear. “You know mom will want some.”

My mouth dropped open in surprise as I pulled away. “How did you know?”

“You’d never forget when you had to be back,” he said, his voice low as Ani made her way over to our parents. “Figured you were probably taking a detour.”

“Were you looking in my phone?” I asked suspiciously. There was no way that he’d put it all together himself.

Bram laughed and shook his head. “Nope. I just knew what you were up to as soon as you said you were leaving tonight instead of tomorrow.”

“Woo-woo twin shit?” I asked. It happened very rarely, but sometimes we just knew things about each other that made no sense. It wasn’t telepathy or anything like that; it was more of a feeling.

“Must be,” Bram said with a shrug.

“Not even sure if we’ll go through with it,” I said, guilt rising up in my chest. I had no idea how to explain to my brother that the thought of marrying Sarai in a quiet ceremony without the entire family watching and weighing in felt…right. I wanted it to be about me and her, not putting on a show for everyone else.

“Alex,” Bram said, stopping my apology. “Do what’s best for you guys, all right?”

“You’re the best brother a boy could have,” I replied, grinning.

“You’re a shithead, and if you try to hug me again, I’ll punch you.”

“Abraham,” I sang as I wrapped him up in a bear hug. “I love you, brother!”

“Knock it off,” he groused, laughing as he tried to push me away.

“I can’t,” I yelled. “I can’t contain it!”

“You damn well can,” he huffed, shoving at me while I clung to him. He was laughing so hard that barely any noise came out.

“Boys,” my mom called as we tussled, my hands grabbing hold of anything I could grip as Bram did his best to shove me away. “You’re going to fall and get all muddy.”

“I’m okay with that,” Bram called back, out of breath. “My house is five minutes away. Princess here can fly”—he paused for a split second—“home covered in mud.”

“You’re such an ass,” I said, laughing as I finally let him go.

Bram shot me a lopsided grin as he settled his coat back on his shoulders.

“We better go,” my dad said, giving my mom a kiss on the lips. “Or they’re gonna miss their flight.”

I jogged over to my mom and pulled her into a hug, spinning her gently in a circle before putting her on her feet again.