“Stop overreacting, you’re ruining her day!” my mother hissed, grabbing my hair and pushing me over the balcony railing at my sister’s party. I blacked out. When I woke up, the upscale venue was surrounded by federal agents, and my mother was sobbing on her knees while my sister held a document and begged me…

the bath, buddy,” I murmured, guiding Lucas up the stairs with a hand resting protectively on his spine. He moved like a sleepwalker.

In the steamy quiet of the bathroom, I helped him out of the ruined navy suit. His small back trembled violently under my hands. I ran the warm water, washing away the cold sweat of the evening. Usually, bath time was continue reading …