I Asked the Waiter for One Change, and My Brother Finally Choked

of him.

I squeezed his shoulder.

“You never have to pretend with me.”

At that moment, the waiter returned carrying another bottle of Eric’s favorite reserve wine.

I watched him stop beside the table.

Then I quietly stood.

Twenty-two faces turned toward me.

Eric smiled, clearly expecting another cheerful toast.

Instead, I looked directly at the waiter.

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