Chapter 13I know that it’s time for me to go home
I’ll no longer raise my hand
I don’t want to take a stand
Against my brother
I don’t care where he’s been
It will matter not to me when
I come home to his arms
Not alone again
There I’ll stay,
From my family I’ll not stray
This brother stands, no longer alone.
—Liam O’Shea, “Surrender”
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Milo climbed the stairs to his study after Liam retired. The clock struck nine, not late, and he knew he wouldn’t sleep. He rifled through the mail on his desk and noticed a padded manila envelope stamped Photographs, Do Not Bend. Curious at the lack of a return address, he grabbed the letter opener.
Carefully inserted between cardboard were a series of eight-by-ten photos of Liam, drugged, tortured, and gang raped. He went into the bath
