C113 Betrayal Runs in the Blood.
Andrew stood at the very edge of the rooftop, right before the glass and iron railing. His head was bent, eyes locked onto his phone screen; even with the rooftop's bright light, the glow of his screen cast sharp shadows across his face. He was so still, so engrossed, that for a moment, he looked like he’d been frozen in time.
But the moment I stepped forward, his shoulders stiffened.
"Brother
