“I know,” I said.
She folded it carefully and set it beside her.
“Eddie…”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you for not letting them win.”
I squeezed her hand gently. “No one gets to treat you like that. Not while I’m here.”
Some things come back stronger the second time you build them. That jacket was one of them. So was my sister.
And I would be whatever Robin needed me to be… brother, father, protector, or the wall between her and the rest of the world.
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