I Drove 9 Hours to Tell My Brother I'm Sorry. He Was Already Gone.

Synopsis

I left at 3 AM. Coffee in the cupholder. Highway empty. The kind of drive you take when you can't sleep because the thing keeping you awake lives in another city. Nine hours. Dallas to Memphis. Straight shot. I'd made the drive before, but not in ten years. Not since the fight. The fight was about money. It's always about money. Dad died, left the house,…