I didn't always know my brother was dying.
For the first two months after the accident, I thought he was just getting better. That's what it looked like, anyway. Marcus was always strong—stronger than a warehouse job should allow, stronger than a guy who ate canned beans and instant coffee should be—but after the accident at Sunset Park, the strength became something else. Something I couldn't explain. The first time I noticed, he was...
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