Simon smiled and looked around, as though trying to work up the nerve to speak. Andrew had never seen him so nervous. Curiosity sprang up in him, despite the fear growing in the back of his mind.
Simon appeared to steel himself. “Look, I think . . . I think something is going to happen tonight.” He avoided Andrew’s eyes. “Something that will require you to make a choice, a very important choice. And I hope—” Now his eyes locked onto Andrew’s, and the Simon he knew stared back at him. “I really hope you make the right decision.”
“Um . . . okay,” was all Andrew could think to say.
His brother smiled like they had just struck a deal, and everything was hunky-dory.
“Good, good. See you later.” Simon walked to the door with a light step, like a great weight had been taken off his
