Chapter 1
Chapter One How was it possible that Brady had woken up one day and become part of something bigger, something that still didn’t seem real? It was his nineteenth birthday today, and he wasn’t sure what to expect as he walked down the street with his hands shoved in his lightweight black down winter jacket. He took in the familiar sidewalk, one he’d walked a hundred times, and the heavy clouds in the darkening sky. The unusual cold predicted an early snow any day. As he arrived at Marcus’s two-storey craftsman, he looked across the street to Ryan’s. The two brothers lived in a neighborhood where all the homes were similar. Welcoming light drifted out the living room window. He took a second to look around at the vehicles of his family, reminding himself they weren’t strangers. Harold’s n
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