Ryan

Days later…

Lewis unloads the dishwasher as I approach from the front room. With only the overhead light of the sink, from this viewpoint, he looks like his brother. Memories of Carter and me cooking and washing dishes together in this kitchen flood my mind. Carter called it our “dish dance” as we moved like a team in the tiny space.

“Ryan,” Lewis’s firm tone beckons me from my memories.

His tilted head and concerned eyes lead me to believe he knows I ...