There had been a time when Blake had all but given up on the possibility of ever having a meaningful relationship with his brother.
Back then, when Kyle finally earned his freedom and chose to leave Fortis, he hadn't hesitated for even a moment. And Blake couldn't blame him. He knew better than anyone what Kyle had endured under their father's watch. The misery, the years of torture, the suffering that had been forced upon him. Yet, throughout it all, Blake had never once raised his voice in protest.
Perhaps it was because he had been afraid. Perhaps he had simply known that nothing he said would make a difference. Whatever the reason, the truth remained that Blake had long since abandoned any hope of rebuilding his relationship with Kyle.
And yet, here they were.
Sitting beside each other, sharing a few bottles of beer and enjoying the night sky as though the world wasn't slowly falling apart around them.
