Too Late for Your Tears

In my heart, Ethan was never the adopted golden boy who stole my life. He was my dearest brother, the only one who truly cared.

When our parents refused to recognize me after I was brought back from that trailer park, Ethan knelt on the cold marble floor until his knees bled, begging them to let me stay.

When our high-society classmates bullied me for my rustic accent, he slapped Harper—the ringleader of the rich kids—right across the face.

He was shaking with fear, yet he still smiled and patted my shoulder to comfort me.