My feet stumble in the mud, and I drop to one knee, ready to fall forward. But then Rye is there, shouting, grabbing me by the jacket, wrenching me back up. He lifts the backpack to shield us, and we run toward the pines as the bullets fly around our legs. Blood is gushing...
“What did you say?” “He’s your brother.” “No.” I shake my head. “You’re mistaken. My only brother is in America.” “You have a brother in America?” Jian asks. “Yes, and a sister. They’re twins. And neit...