We walked inside, my brother keeping Amy close with his right arm wrapped protectively around her, as if shielding her from any potential harm. The sight made me smile. I was proud of my brother—not just for his achievements in life but even more for how he had grown into his role as a husband. And now, with Amy carrying the only people who would ever matter to him after her, his world had expanded in a way neither of us had ever imagined.
We entered through the back door, though I had no idea why. My brother simply told me to follow, so I did.
They stopped in front of me as Amy’s secretary approached, carrying a large box. I glanced at Amy, curiosity piqued. Just what was inside? Before I could ask, she opened the box and handed something to her husband. It was too dark for me to see wh
