More than 12 hours have passed since my two older brothers last tried to kill each other. The house is quiet, too quiet. Every second feels too soon to let go of the knot in my stomach. My hands still tremor as an effect of the last brawl, but not so much. There is no time to waste. I open the gate that kept me safe to examine the house. The gaming console in the living room is turned off and not being used, and my homework is complete. I think this will be one of the good days.