My Brother Arrested Me At Thanksgiving Dinner

mine. “You and me. We’re going to fix this.”

For the first time in eleven years, my father looked at me, and the sadness was gone. It was replaced by a fragile flicker of hope.

I spent the next hour getting every detail. The dead-drop locations. The code words. The name of his handler.

Then I walked out of the house, leaving my father with a promise to continue reading …