She made it back to Gold Coast
malnutritioned, but grateful.
She hadn’t seen her older brother
in person, for a long, long time.
“What happened?”
She told him everything, from
her perspective.
“What the Hell?! This guy
sounds like a Narcissist.
Controlling. Abusive.
Loser. Forget about him.”
“Yeah, that’s what I plan
to do. Forget him.”
“If he gives you any trouble,”
punching fist to palm,
“Me and my Homies,
we got your back.”
…
There is room
for a Redemption Arc.
But it has to be
believable.
It has to feel real.
Genuine remorse.
Genuine lessons learned.
Genuine habits changed.
Brother, now, wouldn’t
even remember the name.

