My brother’s shame nearly ruined his family.

But it also, paradoxically, meant his family was worth saving, because the love the shame had corrupted was real, and still there, waiting to be dug back out. Chapter 13 — Two Choices

I stared at my brother for a long time after he finished, in the silence of my kitchen, with his daughter asleep in the next room.

I felt many things at once, and I am not proud of all of them.

I felt a flood of relief that the brother I had known my whole life was not, after all, the monster I had spent three days believing him to be.