Nash

“See ya tomorrow,” my other brother, Jameson, says as he clocks out for the day. “You sure you don’t want me to help you close? Austin helped you open.”

“He didn’t help me do anything, both you and I know that.”

A sardonic grin tugs at the corners of his mouth. “True, he’s more trouble than he’s worth.”

The two of us have been playing this game since we were little; we’d been fine as brothers, didn’t need ...