than me.” Silence. The heart monitor beeps, steady, relentless.
Eddie turns to look at his brother, eyes wet. “I’ve been on those streets for two years, two years, Gerald. People walked past me every single day. Hundreds of them, thousands. Some threw change. Most pretended I wasn’t there. A few told me to get a job.” He swallows hard. “And a 9-year-old continue reading …
