The last time I've seen Victor before Thursday was about a decade when I spent a summer with him at Davenport. His older brother, Ed, who is five years older than him, was also there for a week. It was one of the best summers I've had in a long time.
I don't keep in touch with them as often as I should. We have our own lives and ever since they left Chicago, they never looked back. I didn't want to put them in a spot. Ed has settled down, living like a normal citizen, literally saving lives. And while Victor is doing the opposite, he has his own thing going on in Davenport. But ever since I've known Victor, he's always been good to me. It's strange that even though we didn't talk much over the years, he's the closest I have to a brother—well, uncle—who shares my blood. More than Filippo could ever be.