Then I croaked, “They don’t have anything on me.” His eyes went furious again, and . . . And tears formed in them. Oh God. “Then why?” he demanded. The calm in his voice was fraying. “Why are you doing this? Why are you destroying yourself for that thing?” I knew exactly what I was about to do. But he deserved the truth. Had to have it, really. “Because I’ve only got one brother,” I said. “And I’m not going to lose him.”
