That much was decided in the lobby.

And what ended it was not either brother finally winning the old argument.

It was both of us, at the same moment, simply setting the argument down, because we had found something worth more than winning it, something small and warm and asleep, with our sister’s face.

Chapter 19 — The Vance Trust

Then Arthur, being Arthur, wiped his face and reached into his briefcase and pulled out a thick legal binder, because grief and love in my brother had always expressed themselves, in the end, through competent action.

“I brought what I could pull together on the drive,” he said.