I Was Uninvited From Christmas by the Man Living in My House

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“I did.”

He took a step back as if I might be contagious.

“Why the hell would you do that?”

“Because you were my brother.”

He looked like I had slapped him.

Not because he was touched. Because the math of the last two years had changed shape all at once, and he hated the shape.

“You let me pay you.”

“I let you keep your house.”

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