“I want you to burn them. All of them. Not because I’m angry. Because I’m done waiting for a ghost.” That was the wish. Simple, right?
This is the story of what happens when a stepbrother’s final request forces you to redefine family, forgiveness, and what it means to truly show up. Liam and I became stepbrothers at fourteen. Our parents married with optimism, but we met with suspicion. He was loud; I was quiet. He loved chaos; I craved order. For six years, we existed in a cold war of borrowed hoodies, eaten leftovers, and slammed doors. step brothers dying wish
We never hated each other. We simply never chose each other. “I want you to burn them
He asked me to burn them so he could finally stop being the boy who waited. Because I’m done waiting for a ghost