"I have to do this for my family," Brando said with quiet determination. His voice carried the weight of his decision, the kind that settled deep in a person's chest and refused to move.
Amber crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe of the small bedroom. "There are a lot of jobs here in the city," she reminded them, "but don't be choosy. Work is work."
"Yeah," Brando replied simply.
They stepped into the bedroom they would share for now. Brando set his bag on the floor and laid back on the bed, staring at the low ceiling.
"Bro, what's on your mind?" Alvin asked from across the room, watching him with an easy, familiar curiosity.
"I'm thinking about my family," Brando admitted. "I miss them already."
"This is for them," Alvin said, his tone soft but certain. "That's why we're here, right?"
"I know." Brando exhaled slowly. "I just… I hope we can survive here."
