“I promise you, I’m not delusional,” I say, frustrated. Lachlan shoots me an incredulous glance.
“You know, I’m not a fan of being the only stable child,” he retorts. “I can’t say I’m not still on your side, but I’m a bit closer to the middle, now.”
Lachlan has never found comfort in being a mediator. He gravitates towards the absolute; black and white- no grey area. That’s how he views things. I often used to admire him for his structured outlook. He was always so sure of himself, while I was always questioning myself and my rationale. But I have no words for this. My own brother: no longer a supporter of my claims.
I was sure the water damage on the walls would be proof enough to sway him.
To be continued…