“You’re really doing this?” Brett asked, standing at the edge of my property, his face red from the walk over. I’d waited six years for that moment, ever since he snatched our grandmother’s house…
It all started the way it always did with Brett, a slow burn that I’d spent my whole life pretending not to notice. He was my cousin, our moms were twins who bought houses three doors apart in a beachside suburb of Southern California, and from the first bike I ever got, he had to … Read more