“Your sister loves you,” I told him, feeling the need to tell him that so that he knew at least one person in his world cared. “My sister loves you,” he replied wearily. “She needs you,” I added, ignoring the way my heart slammed wildly in my chest. “And from what I hear, your little brothers need you too, lad.” “Because I’m foundations,” he choked out. “That’s it. That’s all I am to them.” “Foundations?” I frowned. “What does that mean?” “It means I’m the guy who goes around cleaning up everyone else in my family’s shit.” He dropped his head and clasped the back of his neck. “It means I’m the
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