You didn’t just hide a problem from me, Ethan.

You decided I was too weak to be trusted with my own life.

And you were wrong.” And at that, my brother — who had held himself upright through everything, through my kitchen and the confession and her fury — finally broke down completely, and wept, and promised her, over and over, that there would be no more of it.

No more fake mornings.

No more secret cards.