Violet furrowed her brow, watching her brother closely. “I know when you’re putting on a front, you know. I’m not stupid.”
“A front?” His eyes darted to her face. “Do you really think I’m capable of that? I’m the derpy, awkward, weirdo brother that sits in my apartment and plays with tools for a living. I can hardly act like I’m sick to get out of work, Violet.” He laughed. “There’s no front.”