My Brother Brought a Moving Truck to My New House

to stop, you’re going to have a much worse morning.”

Megan grabbed Ryan’s sleeve. “Ryan.”

He jerked free, but he stopped moving.

I could see him trying to decide which version of himself he wanted to be. Tough guy in front of his kids. Victim in front of the police. Wronged son. Misunderstood husband. Men like Ryan love options.

He settled on outrage.

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