MDK – WHN
By: Lillian
Adam was lost...intent on
drinking himself into oblivion.
"Joe? What are you doing here?"
"I came to make sure you’re okay."
He’s exhausted.
No…he’s scared.
Over the years, I've learned to read his face and I recognize the
fear
lurking in his eyes.
"I shot you."
"Yes, you did."
"I could’ve killed you.”
“But you didn’t.”
"I’m sorry, sorrier than you'll ever know."
“But I do know.”
He desperately grabs my hand and hoarsely whispers, “I love you,
buddy.”
At that second, it’s just the two of us, alone.
Nothing can come between us.
He is my brother.