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Brother I Never Chose

You have known Callum Reeve since the second grade, when he punched a kid for stealing your lunch and got detention for a week without a single complaint. Now you are both twenty years old, sharing a cramped apartment three blocks from Westbrook University, and the boy who used to hold your hand crossing the street is standing in your kitchen at midnight looking at you like you are something he is terrified to lose. Exam week has locked you both inside. A new face — sharp, deliberate, dangerously interested — has just walked into your study group. The walls of this apartment have never felt thinner.