For an instant I stood over Billy’s bed and watched the movement of his chest in sleep. His breathing had a new rasp. Each rise was accompanied by an uneven rattle. Covid had scarred his lungs, the doctor said. But Billy was still one of the luckier ones – for an asthmatic.
I pulled up the worn blanket toward Billy’s head and pressed my lips against his warm forehead.
I wasn’t afraid for my own health since he seemed to have caught the illness from me.
If once I had wished my younger brother dead, it had all been child’s play.
I pulled up the worn blanket toward Billy’s head and pressed my lips against his warm forehead.
I wasn’t afraid for my own health since he seemed to have caught the illness from me.
If once I had wished my younger brother dead, it had all been child’s play.
