The Good Brother With A Deadly Secret

Summary

Two days after I ran away, Savannah found me outside the hospital.

She gripped my wrist so tightly it felt like a cuff, her eyes blazing red.

“You ran away because I slapped you once? Are you trying to kill me with worry, Elias?”

“How long are you going to keep this up? I’m begging you, just be reasonable—be more like Grant, okay?”

This time, I didn’t explain. I didn't fight back.

I simply followed her home, a model of the perfect, compliant little brother.

She hated my tantrums, so I never raised my voice again.