The door clicked shut behind Jessica, leaving only silence and the soft hum of machines.

Lucas stood only him, in the same room as his brother who he's spent all his life competing against.

But this here, it was more than just competition.

Lucas stood by Aaron’s bedside, the faint light from the heart monitor flickering across his face.

He looked down at his brother, the corners of his mouth twitching—not with anger, but with guilt.

He pulled the nearby chair closer and sat down, elbows resting on his knees as he leaned forward, hands clasped tightly.

For a long time, he said nothing.

Then, in a voice barely above...