Page 62 of The Intruder

A day after Nell first arrived, I went out to my car to call my brother from my cell phone so she wouldn’t overhear.

I begged him to reconsider and let me tell his daughter that her father was still alive.

It killed me to tell her that lie, but it was Anton’s right to decide—he gets to control so little these days, so I allow him this.

He told me he didn’t want Nell to know he’s in prison, so I won’t tell her the truth until he gives me the go-ahead.

It might never happen though. After all, he’s in here for the rest of his life.

And I owe him. I owe my big brother so much.

But the fact that he’s still alive made it easier for me to get guardianship over Nell. I brought him the papers, and he signed them. I promised him I’d take good care of his daughter.

“How is she?” he asks.

“She’s doing great,” I say. “She’s a good kid.”

A smile touches his lips. He doesn’t smile much these days. “Did you bring a picture?”

Once a month, I bring Anton a new photo of Nell. The one I brought this week is from when we were playing Scrabble together—me, Nell, and Casey. I’ve got plenty others with Casey in them, but the photo I brought features only Nell.

The guard has approved my bringing in the photo, and now I put it in the bin that sends it across the glass to the other side. Anton grabs for it, and as always, he studies the photo for a full minute. “She looks so much like me.”

“Yes, I see it too.” When he was a kid, Anton had red hair, which he hated. As soon as he could, he started bleaching it and then dying it different colors. “Except for her eyes.”

Genetics is funny. Both my parents and Anton have brown eyes, but mine are blue. So are Nell’s.

“I wish I could see her.” He squeezes his eyes shut. “I wish I could be there for her, Brad. I wish…”

Anton has been in prison for nearly thirteen years now.

I was seventeen years old at the time of his sentencing—one year away from being able to move out and be on my own.

I wish I had taken Anton up on his offer to move in with him before it all went down, but I wanted to finish high school.

Then one day, our dad came home drunk and beat the crap out of me.

It wasn’t bad enough that I had to go to the hospital, but he knocked out two of my teeth, I had one eye swollen shut, and my ribs were covered in bruises from his boot.

I never got it checked out, but I’m pretty sure he broke my nose because it’s been crooked ever since that day.

That’s why as soon as I turned eighteen, I changed my last name.

I didn’t want to have anything in common with that man.

The next day, when Anton found out what our father did to me, he lost it.

He drove out to the bar where my father was currently getting drunk, and he beat him to death with his bare hands.

Anton had been lifting weights for years, and he always talked about how one of these days, he was going to be ready for our dad.

He was ready all right—too ready. They called it first-degree murder.

All my life, my older brother was my best friend.

He taught me everything. He protected me from my father when he could.

He played with me when nobody else would.

He taught me how to shave. But I wish he hadn’t done something to get himself sent to prison for his entire life. I bet he wishes it too.

“I’ll take care of her for you,” I tell him. “I promise.”

He nods gratefully. “And how is Ella doing?”

Six months ago, I rented a cabin near Elizabeth Casey Carter, who I usually think of as Casey now. I did it because Anton read a news story about Ella taking a baseball bat to a police officer’s car. He called me the next day.

Brad, I need you to keep an eye on Ella Casey. She means a lot to me. Please make sure she’s okay.

I remembered Casey from when she came to our house a bunch of times when I was only eight years old.

She was, in fact, my first crush, before I even knew what that meant.

Casey and Anton exchanged letters for a long time while he was in juvenile detention for what he did to that girl when he was thirteen.

They lost touch, which was partially his doing.

He thought she was better off without him.

But he still thinks about her. And when he asked me to keep an eye on her, I took the responsibility seriously.

But now things have changed.

I’m in love with Casey. I think about her all the time.

I’ve never met anyone like her, and the urge to grab her and press my lips against hers is almost more than I can bear sometimes.

I never really thought about settling down before, but when I look at Casey, I see my entire future with her. It’s keeping me awake at night.

But I can’t kiss her—not yet. I can’t make a move without my brother’s blessing.

Because even though I love her, he loved her first. But I think he’ll tell me it’s okay.

He wants me to be happy, and he certainly wants Ella to be happy.

Sometimes I think that’s why he sent me to watch over her, because he knew we’d end up together and I’d be good to her like she deserves.

And then when he tells me it’s okay, I’ll drive straight home and press my lips against hers before I even step through the front door. I’ll marry her if she’ll have me.

“Brad?” Anton is giving me a funny look. “What’s wrong? Is Ella okay?”

“She’s fine,” I manage. “Great, actually.”

I can’t ask him—not today. He’s been having a hard enough time dealing with the fact that he’ll never see his daughter. I can’t take Ella away from him right now. It wouldn’t be fair.

Also, part of me is scared he’ll say no. He’ll tell me he doesn’t want me to be with Casey. And if he says that, I’ll have to respect his wishes. If he asks me not to, I won’t lay a finger on her. He’s my brother, and I’d do anything for him.

There’s nothing more important than family.

The End