I Raised My Brother After Our Parents Passed Away – The Day He Turned 18, He Handed Me Mom’s Old Jewelry Box and Said, ‘There Was One Thing She Never Wanted You to Find Out’

know, I know.”

I took the coffee and squeezed his shoulder.

At eighteen, he was taller than me now, but his eyes still carried the same softness they had when he was ten.

“Aunt called,” he added quietly. “She wants to come to the birthday dinner next week.”

My stomach tightened.

“Did you tell her yes?”

That was Lucas. Always thoughtful, always careful.

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