When My Brother…. – News

“What is it?” Caleb asked.

“She said not to open it until the lawyer got here.”

Caleb looked back at the brick building behind us. He had that look on his face he always got when he was trying not to feel anything. St. Matthew’s had been every bad Christmas, every fight, every night we went to sleep pretending we weren’t scared. It was also the only place that had kept us together.

“So this is it,” I said.

He shrugged. “Better than staying.”