Eight years.
I haven't seen James in eight years.
I searched as hard as I could. I think. But maybe I didn't search hard enough. Maybe not having the money, the resources or practically being held captive by mom and dad was just an excuse because I couldn't bare to confront the truth - I betrayed my brother when he needed me most.
Every time I snuck out of the house and took a bus to one of the nearby towns where I thought he could be hiding, I grew more scared of what I'd find.
Would he passed out drunk on some filthy street?
Would I find him addicted to drugs with little to no chance of saving him?
Or would I find him in the same state that he found Sanj?
That fear became my every day reality. So much so that I was a bit relieved each time I didn't find him. So long as I couldn't
Aksara