“Good. You deserved it.” Oliver’s head snapped up. “You heard me right. I wish he would have beaten the crap out of you. Maybe then you would know just an inkling of how I felt back then.” “Josie Marie,” Mom scolded me. “That’s your brother.” “Yes, he’s my brother. And a brother should have never done the things he did to me. Do you know the kind of humiliation I have lived through over the last fifteen years?” My voice cracked, yet the tears would still not form. “I’m glad to know someone besides Jenna stuck up for me.”
