My brother wouldn’t abandon me. If he were dead, we would’ve found his corpse, but we didn’t. I’m sure he escaped and is biding his time for revenge like Uncle Albert and I.
Maybe he was badly injured and has to undergo medical care. Whatever the reason is, I’m sure Anton is out there. Somewhere.
He’s five years older than me, so he’s twenty-five now. Probably doing everything in his power to survive like the four of us.
Sometimes, I hurt, wondering how he could’ve abandoned us. It’s been almost four years, and my uncle’s top-notch contacts haven’t been able to find a trace of him.
Even if Anton was injured, it wouldn’t have taken him years to get better, right?
Short of Mike’s idle chattering and cheerful sounds, another cloud of gloomy silence overtakes the warehouse
I stroke his h
