Justice Isn’t Just

I miss my brother. I haven’t seen my brother, Jon, since I was fifteen. I can distinctly remember his last visit to the house I lived in with my mother. He seemed… well. A troubled man, one who had been in trouble with the law consistently in his youth, had secured a good job, had a wife, a stepdaughter, and would have a baby in the near future. Now in his late thirties, he seemed to have carved a niche for himself where he could really just be happy. We were ecstatic... Read More