“I can’t,” I gasp, falling into my brother as he wraps his arms around me. There’s a quiet murmur of voices, chairs scraping, cups being set down. A door opens. I’m guided by my brother’s strong arm down the hall to an open door. That’s when I realize where I am, what’s happening. I stand at the threshold of the basement, watching my brothers trundle down the steps, knowing what I’m about to face, what’s been coming for me for years, what’s finally here. My own Bergman Brothers Summit.
YESSSSSS
