Confronting my brother
I returned to my brother’s apartment, clutching the folder securely in my hand. This time, I felt both anxious and determined. As I approached his door, I took a deep breath before knocking. He responded instantly, puzzled to see me again so soon. I stepped in and said, “You need to see this.” I gave him the packet, hoping he’d finally understand.
Confronting My Brother
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Seeing the evidence
His face plummeted as he browsed through the posts and saw what proof I had accumulated. The room was quiet save for the sound of the pages turning. I saw his eyes expand and his lips stiffen. He looked up at me, and I could see the tension in his eyes. ‘Where did you get this?’ he said, his voice barely above a whisper. His reaction gave me hope.
Seeing The Evidence
