My Brother Told Me to Stay Away, So I Quietly Withdrew My Guarantee

to say. I looked at him through the peephole for a long moment before I opened the door.

We stood in the doorway looking at each other, three months of everything between us.

“Olly,” he said, the childhood name barely making it out of his throat intact.

I stepped aside and he came in, and he moved through my apartment the way people move through spaces continue reading …