“Still Jobless, Still Figuring It Out,” My Brother Toasted at a Rooftop Party — Minutes Later a Harassment Complaint Hit My Phone, and by Monday He Learned the Company He’d Been Mocking Belonged to Me

At another rooftop event months later—this one hosted by Northline itself—I stood beside Miles as the city stretched out before us, no longer something I had to prove myself worthy of, and when someone raised a glass in my direction, it wasn’t laughter that followed, but respect.

Bryce wasn’t there.

And for the first time, neither was his shadow.