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Chapter 28 - Brother, Not Marshal

I visited St. Jude’s again during Leo’s junior year.

No badge visible.

It was still on me, because I had come from work.

But under my jacket.

No one needed it.

We bought coffee.

I carried both.

Leo laughed.

“Trauma exposure?”

“What?”

“You dropped them last time.”

“Those coffees died heroes.”

He groaned.

We crossed the quad.

I noticed exits automatically.

People automatically.

Hands.

Old habits.

Then I forced myself to look at something else.

Students playing Frisbee.

Two professors arguing about parking.

A girl asleep beneath a tree.

Leo walking beside me.

Not a protectee.

May you like

My brother.

That correction might be lifelong.

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