I look up to my brother first, his eyes flashing with rare fear. “Three months.” I nod and nearly stumble when I take a step forward but manage to keep myself upright. Three months. Three. The number of times I locked the door to make sure you were safe. I can’t help my smile at the irony. “It’s always been my number.” “Tob—” “Three brothers I trusted here, which gave three chances for one of them to come clean. Three months.”
