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He’s lucky to have you,” I say. He sighs, but it sounds more like a deep grumble in his chest. “I should have done more.” “No,” I say, shaking my head, even though I know he can’t see me as he keeps his focus on the winding road in front of us. “I don’t know the whole story, but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t your choices that got your brother in the situation he’s in. That was a series of choices on his part.” “I could have helped, though. This has been going on for a while. He started getting into stuff not long after our dad left.” “Aidan,” I say, reaching up to touch his arm. “It’s not your job to take care of everyone.” He glances over at me this time, just briefly, and then back to the road. “I know,” he says. “And even if you did everything in your power to help him, the outcome might have been exactly the same.
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