His chest collapses. “How could you let me dress like him?” I’m confused. “What?” My voice is sharp. “As a kid, I always dressed like Uncle Ryke. Right in front of you…I did that to you…” “No, bud.” I shake my head heatedly. “You didn’t hurt me. I love my brother. I love that you admire your uncle. For Christ’s sake, I admire him. He’s a goddamn superhero.” “You’re a goddamn superhero,” Moffy says strongly.
