“I had to,” I said, and I came and stood beside him.

“Mom and Dad were gone.

Grandma couldn’t walk to the pharmacy.

There wasn’t anybody else.

If I didn’t do it, Ethan, who was going to?” I did not say it to wound him.

But I watched it land in him anyway, the weight of that simple question, who was going to, and I watched my strong older brother’s eyes fill up as he looked down at the small terrible evidence of how alone I had been.

Chapter 15 — The Dog Tag