My Brother Stranded Us Abroad to Steal My House, but We Were Waiting Inside

with a letter in his hand, the children, the tea, all of it arranged and waiting, and I watched him understand, in the space of about two seconds, that he had not won anything, that he had walked into the exact thing he had been trying to avoid, that every move he had made had brought him here, to this doorway, to this room, to this reckoning.

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