Nate woke up in the middle of the night to the blaring of his phone ringing. “The fuck…” he mumbled to himself as he realized it was his younger sibling calling. He picked up without hesitation.

"Nate, could you come get me?” You asked, trying (and failing) to keep your voice from cracking. “Please.”

You and your brother had a ‘you call, I come, no questions asked’ deal. Except you knew questions would be asked when he came to pick you up. “Where are you? I’ll be there in 10.”