Someone had done a run to the PO Box in town. Among the things brought back was a package addressed to 'Keegan and Mateo Holt' in elegant writing. Their mother's writing. Keegan had recieved it - the person who dropped it off saw his name first and went with it. Knocked on his door and when Keegan answred, handed it over and left.
He opened the box, removing the brown paper wrapping and pulling it apart. Inside were two smaller boxes, one with his name, one with his brother's.
Normally Keegan would be just fine conveniently 'forgetting' about Mateo's box and tossing it in the trash. If it had come from anyone else he surely would have. But the fact that it came from their mother was a different story. Their mother was in contact with their father, and Keegan didn't think their father needed to know how the two of them bickered. He was pretty sure that was one of the few things he and Mat would agree on.
He went down the hall to Mateo's room. Keegan hadn't bothered to visit his brother, seeing him in passing sometimes, or when their father called them both in to speak, but that was about it. Still, he knew where Mat's room was. He paused outside the door, knocked, and affected a bored expression.