Grant
Life sucks, then you die. Sometimes literally. I watched my brothers as they finished discussing which of us would go to meet the filthy young woman, we’d spent weeks texting. They’d immediately excluded me, which wasn’t a suprirse. Maybe they had good reason not to send me.
I hadn’t always been the best brother to them, and they didn’t trust me now. They had their reasons, and I’d had mine for doing the things I’d done. Now wasn’t the time to think about that s**t, though. It wasn’t time to dredge up the past, or to torment myself with memories. It was time to focus on the present and what the future could be. With her.
I wanted to know what she looked like. I wanted to know if the face and the body matched the things she’d typed to me in the afternoons, when it was my turn to ha
