My Brother’s Wedding Invitation Was a Rejection. So I Booked a One-Way Ticket and Chose Myself.

each other to notice I was drowning.

“It’s you and me, Hails,” he’d said more than once, using the nickname only he was allowed to use. “We’re the only ones who really understand what this is like.”

He’d been at my high school graduation, cheering louder than anyone in the audience. When I had my first serious heartbreak in college, he’d driven three continue reading …