“It’s not your fault.” “It’s not yours either.” At this he rolls his eyes. “Were you not there the night I told you how I left her for hours unattended?” “I heard the story loud and clear,” I say. “I heard about the brother who fucked up. I heard about the brother who apologized. I heard about the brother who has a disease and is seeking help. I heard about the brother who loves his sister unconditionally.” I make sure to hold his stare. “You know what I didn’t hear about?” With unshed tears in his eyes, he expectantly waits for me to continue. “I didn’t hear anything about a brother who needs
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