The Son Who Never Broke

Summary

My adoptive brother, Connor, accused me of pushing him down the grand staircase.

So, I took a step back and threw myself down right in front of them—a brutal, bone-cracking slide all the way to the bottom.

My birth mother accused me of stealing Connor's favorite cufflinks.

So, I grabbed the heavy silver shears from the entryway table, hacked off my own right pinky, and flung the severed digit right onto the polished mahogany floor at his feet.

"Is this the finger that stole from you?" I spat, the blood already pooling. "Go ahead. Keep it."