The Satellite Son and the Cane Son: When Money Can’t Carry Grief

a distance. I can rebuild it around being present.”

David’s face twisted with disbelief.

“You’ll hate it,” he said.

“Maybe,” I admitted. “But I already hate what I did.”

He let out a bitter laugh. “You think showing up now makes us even?”

“No,” I said. “I think showing up now is the first step toward being the kind of brother you deserved then.”

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