I Gave Away the Birthday Chocolates, Then the Screaming Started

and I celebrated his job offer at a restaurant overlooking the city. Columbus glittered below us, bridges and streets tracing veins of light in the dark.

He raised his glass. “To the only real parent I ever had,” he said.

I clinked mine against his. “To the brother who chose family when blood failed us both,” I said.

Later he asked if I regretted any continue reading …