« If your family didn’t have all those medical problems… »
He never finished most of those sentences.
He didn’t have to.
The blame was always hanging there between us.
As Liam got older, Greg became an expert at disguising cruelty as humor.
Whenever neighbors talked about their sons making varsity teams or winning championships, Greg would laugh and say, « Guess I won’t be buying football gear after all. »
People chuckled awkwardly.
I forced a smile.
Liam quietly looked away.
Sometimes, late at night, after Liam had gone to bed, Greg would stare out the kitchen window.
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