Has someone hurt her? The thought has me instantly clenching my fists harder, the force of it drawing blood as it drips down my fingers and creates a trail to the path below. No. I shake my head. She couldn’t smile so beautifully every day and be as strong as she is if she had suffered like that. Me and my brothers were different. We only survived our pain because we had each other and even then, we’re still broken. Our cracks show.
