have the perfect house or the perfect resume. But I know what it feels like to sit on that bench. Twenty years ago, I was the one holding my younger brother’s hand in a hallway just like this one, waiting for a judge to tell us where we were going.’
He paused, the memory of that day flooding back with painful clarity. ‘They told us it was for the best. They told us we would see each other soon. But ‘soon’ never came. I was sent north, and he was
