At 1 A.M., My Parents Demanded $20,000 for My Brother — By Morning, the Police Were at My Door

silent except for Matt’s breathing and the pounding of my own heart. Outside, the street was dark and empty. Inside my chest, something was shifting, rearranging itself into a shape I didn’t quite recognize yet.

“Dad,” I said, forcing my voice to stay level, controlled, the opposite of what they wanted, “tell me the name of the hospital.”

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