Chapter 68: Brother’s Burden

Enzo’s

I stared at Dean as he sat slumped at the bar table, his heavy head resting on his arms, his body violently slumped like all the strength had completely drained out of him. I had clearly known Dean my whole life. He was typically loud, rough, and always strongly acting completely fearless. Even when we were young kids, he absolutely never cried. Not when he got hurt physically. Not when things seriously went wrong for him. He always simply swallowed ...