My Brother Arrested Me At Thanksgiving Dinner

“The photo was taken four days ago in Zurich. Sat-com confirms his passport was scanned at the airport. He told your mother he was at an accounting conference in Chicago.”

My mind flashed back to a phone call two nights ago. “How’s Chicago, Dad?” I had asked. “Cold,” he’d said. “Boring. Same old spreadsheets.”

He had lied. So easily.

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