A Taste of Imperfection

Weston pulled the heavy front door open, welcoming the damp, cold draft from the hallway. Outside the tall living room windows, the steady autumn rain tapped relentless fingers against the glass, blurring the city lights into streaks of watery gold. Cassian stepped across the threshold, shaking off the chill. He greeted my brother with their usual effortless familiarity—a solid clap on the shoulde