“Hey, Knox.” “Yeah?” He turns to face me, brows lifted. “Thank you.” “For what?” “Keeping us all together, raising me, protecting me as best you could, putting your dreams on hold…pick your poison.” He stands, giving me a look of bewilderment. “It wasn’t poison. I love you. You’re my baby bro. I’d do anything for you. Even visit you in New York if I have to.” “It wasn’t anything. It was everything.”
