I Raised My Brother After Our Parents Died—On His 18th Birthday, He Gave Me Mom’s Jewelry Box and a Secret
Lucas stayed in my arms longer than he used to when he was younger. Back then, he’d pull away first—like he was embarrassed to need comfort. Now he didn’t move at all. For a moment, neither of us spoke. The house felt different, like it was finally ours in a way it hadn’t been for…