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A Brother's Knife

George: Steve, what about your family? Your brother? Think about how they'd feel if you went through with this.
Steve flinches, the question clearly hitting a raw nerve.
Steve: My brother, Lucus... I've looked out for him since he was a kid. Since I was thirteen, I was the one who kept him safe.
His voice cracks, sounding dry and worn out.
George: What happened that day, Steve? What did you see?
Steve: I got home earlier than usual. I saw them through the window... my wife and my brother. They were... together. I didn't need to hear a single word to know what was going on.
George: Did you confront them?
Steve (Bitter smile): No. I couldn't even move. I just stood there feeling like I didn't exist... like I was a ghost in my own life.
George: But your kid? You still have him.
Steve: That boy was my whole world. I would've died for him.
He looks up, the light completely gone from his eyes.
Steve: Then I found out. He isn't mine. He belongs to her and the brother I raised like he was my own son.
George: So you decided this was the only way out?
Steve: It's the same old story. I don't want to be dead, George. I just can't find a single reason to keep being alive.
George (Softly): I understand why you feel that way. But the truth is, there's another reason to stay—one you haven't seen yet.
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