Little secret

Tara nudged open the front door, exhausted but pleased. It had been a long day, and after all the stores and appointments she looked forward to just relaxing the rest of the evening. Laden with shopping bags she bumped the door quietly shut with her back, not wanting to wake the rest of her family. Sneaking in late at night wasn't a problem for Tara -- she'd done it many times before, and with more incriminating companions than cans of soup. She didn't make a sound as she laid down the groceries and tip-toed into the livingroom. William was waiting for her. Well, to a degree. The now post-graduate highschooler was passed out on the couch, his scrawny limbs dimly lit by the flickering of the tv's static. Tara covered her laugh. Her younger brother was so worried about her, about the doctor's visit today, that he'd tried his best to stay up despite himself. "He never was an all-nighter kind of guy..." she hummed to herself, sneaking up beside him. His sandy-brown hair matched her own, th