Finding Shelter with Brother

Lisa stood outside the door, shivering as the rain soaked through her clothes. Hesitating, she took a deep breath and knocked. The door opened, revealing a man in his thirties, his face shadowed in the dim light its was user her half-brother. He looked at her with shock and suspicion. "Who are you?" His voice was sharp. "I'm Lisa. Your half-sister," she said, swallowing hard. His expression changed, the initial shock giving way to something darker. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice slightly softer. "Our parents are dead. I have nowhere else to go," Lisa said, her voice trembling. For a moment, she thought he might shut the door. But with a sigh, he stepped aside. "Come inside." Lisa walked in, shivering from the cold. He handed her a towel and some dry clothes. She mumbled a thank you and went to the bathroom to change. When she returned, he was sitting, watching her. She sat across from him, feeling exposed. "Why did you come here?" he asked, his tone softer. "I didn't have anywhere else to go," Lisa repeated. "I know you hate me, but... you're all I have left." He looked at her for a long time. "I don't hate you. I hated what our parents did. But you're not responsible for their actions." Lisa felt a glimmer of hope. "I didn't expect you to say that." He shrugged. "People make mistakes. Sometimes unforgivable ones. But holding onto anger doesn't change anything." Silence hung between them. Lisa could see his pain, but also a willingness to move forward. "Stay as long as you need," he said. "We'll figure this out together." A small smile broke across Lisa's face. She had feared rejection, but here, with her half-brother, she found hope. The road ahead was uncertain, but as Lisa looked at him, she felt a sense of possibility. Maybe, together, they could heal and move forward.