“For how long?”
“What do you mean?”
He shrugged. “Until you get married?”
Something inside my chest broke.
“Jamie, you’re my brother. You’re not going anywhere.”
He gave a small nod.
I wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “Come on, Jamie-Bamie. Let’s go home.”
I had no idea those words would shape the next thirteen years of my life. Even if I’d known, I would have said them.
The first time Jamie rode the bus alone, I sent him a text before it even pulled away.
Call me when you get there, Jamie-Bamie.
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