My Brother Canceled My Birthday Invite — And Booked My Private Island

resemble a glossy brochure. He’d been that way since middle school, when he’d begged our parents for a designer backpack because the generic one made him “look like we didn’t care.” The backpack had cost more than my entire back-to-school wardrobe.

He didn’t remember that, naturally. He remembered the backpack.

I glanced at the invitation in Marcus’s continue reading …