Support From Cody
As he hung up the phone, the weight of the conversation with his mother threatened to crush Alex. However, one constant presence made it all bearable – Cody. From childhood scrapes to adult disagreements, Cody had been his anchor.
“Bro,” Cody said, placing a reassuring hand on Alex’s shoulder, “Remember the time we had that huge fight with Mr. Allen over our treehouse? This is no different.” Alex chuckled, remembering their victories and defeats. The two shared a bond deeper than friendship; they were brothers, not by blood but by choice.