He Gave My Reservation To His Parents—Unaware The Restaurant Was My Brother’s

unbuckled slowly, his movements still cautious from the surgery. He turned to look at me, his face serious in the dim light from the streetlamp.

“Come here,” he said.

I leaned over, and he pulled me into a hug longer than usual. I could smell his cologne—the same Old Spice he’d worn my entire life—mixed with the scent of red wine and dinner.

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