I laugh when a bowl of cereal is placed in front of Ryke. He gives his brother a look. “You can’t complain. This is what you always eat, bro.” “I eat fucking eggs too…” And just as he says it, a plate of eggs sets beside his bowl. “You were saying?” Years ago, Lo couldn’t say one good thing about Ryke. Not out loud at least. Now he loves him enough to order his favorite breakfast foods. He knows him well enough to get it right. This means so much to Ryke. I can see it in his eyes, and he just nods at Lo, unable to speak.
