I’d seen it in the way adults looked at us, and even talked about us. Like I was the good half and Johnny, the bad. But what people had never understood about my brother was that he was just willing to do what he thought he had to and there weren’t many lines he wouldn’t cross to make those things happen. He didn’t care about perception or reputation. It was like he’d been born without that hardwiring the rest of us had—the instinctive fear that made you need to belong.
