Leaving the shoot sight, Idris packed all of the photography stuff he'd brought along into the car that he'd borrowed from his mum and dad. He'd promised to have it home at a reasonable hour, and he would, after dropping his model off where he wanted, and swinging by the uni to bring some of the equipment he'd borrowed back.
By the time he parked the car and walked in the front door, it was still a very acceptable time. He could hear Cedwyn and Cadell talking loudly about something from the moment he walked in past the door. They were almost fifteen now, well into adolescence. Their bickering should have been normal, was normal, but that wasn't what was on Idris' mind when he heard them.
Fifteen was well enough into adolescence that their family needed to have other considerations. In human development classes in high school, he'd heard enough about mothers warning their daughters of oncoming bleeding. In his family, that had thankfully only happened the once, with Jesstin. She hadn't been able to be here tonight, but Idris had promised his parents he would be. This would be it. The last of their family would be finding out the big old 'family secret' tonight.
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