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understand the same thing.

“Are you still willing to testify?” I asked.

A long pause.

I could hear him breathing.

“Yes,” he said.

“Thank you, Derek.”

He said nothing for a moment.

Then, “You are welcome, Holly.”

It was the first honest exchange my brother and I had shared in 20 years.

It arrived the way most honest things arrive in our family.

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