My Father Knew Him the Second He Stepped Into Frame

at Tyler. “Did the recruiters come?”

His jaw ticked. “No.”

“And your ankle?”

He shrugged, then winced because even that hurt. “Sprain. Maybe worse.”

For the first time all day he looked seventeen instead of bulletproof.

I should say I loved my brother, because I did. Not in a Hallmark way. More in a tired, ugly-sister way. I knew his worst habits. I knew continue reading …