Choose My Brother I Will Leave

In the final split-second of the grouping game, Daphne didn't hesitate. She shoved me away.

For the tenth time that night, she singled Jesse out of the crowd and pulled him into her arms. Jesse—my half-brother, the son of the woman who tore my parents' marriage apart. She had turned a simple party game into a private chase between the two of them.

Her excuse was always the same:

"Losers have to take the penalty, Logan. He and his mother treated you like garbage, so I’m just giving him a taste of his own medicine."