“Will you take me with you? I want to leave too.” He rounded to the back of the bike, squatting down to check the tires. “Yeah, buddy, I will.” I pushed the throttle, pretending to drive away, and for a second I saw the possibility of a life without pain. “You promise?” He nodded as he messed with the air pressure gauge. “Yeah, I promise.” It turned out my brother was a liar just like everyone else in the house.
