two brothers stood side by side, smiling at a future neither of them could have imagined.
Claire touched the frame.
“Do you ever wish I had done things differently?” she asked.
I considered the question carefully.
“Yes,” I said. “I wish you had told me what you were planning. I wish I hadn’t had to find out in front of two hundred people.”
She nodded.
“I understand.”
“But I don’t wish you had left the suit at home.”
Her eyes softened.
“I was afraid you’d hate me for it.”
“I
