Dougie eyed his older brother in anguish, knowing he gave up his whole football career for them. He felt anger course through him. He wanted to go to Hooligan’s where their father was working on getting drunk and bash him upside his head. Jace didn’t deserve this.
Dougie got out of the truck and walked into the sheriff’s office where Mr. Miller waited, feeling the weight of the world on his small shoulders. He looked back before going in, watching to see Jace waited there for him. He didn’t worry. The hour he met his counselor, his brother would sit patiently waiting for him. He would be there when he got out.