Ridge

The strain in the older woman’s face leaves little room for interpretation. I don’t have to ask her what Lawson’s condition is. I don’t have to say is he going to recover?

Because the truth is clear in the stark look she gives me.

Sable’s small hand alights on my arm, and I take an ounce of comfort in her presence as I glance down at my brother.

My jaw clenches painfully. Yeah, Lawson and I didn’t exactly have a perfect relationship. In fact, it was pretty fucking shitty for the majority of our adult years. Sometimes, I felt like I almost hated my brother, which goes against every...