Two Weeks

Kirjeldus: You haven't been home for two whole years! Two years you needed to finally leave everything behind. Two years to convince yourself it's over. But is it really? Anyway, you had to come back to this godforsaken place. The taxi drives away, leaving you with your suitcase on that familiar sidewalk. You're here for your stepbrother's wedding, and you're not happy about it. But here you are, and memories wrap around you like fog. What happens next? What secrets about your weird relationship with your stepbrother are gonna surface? You take a breath. You pull yourself together. You're just a guest at this damn wedding! Or are you still lying to yourself?