Sentenced - No Tomorrow

After that, I no longer broke ties with him and sent him everything I could, and when he returned to New York, I went to meet him. I saw him, and memories flooded me about things that seemed to forever go away from my memory. Probably because now I finally thought about Sonny, about his inner life. Whatever it was, this life, he grew old and emaciated from it, and the ever-present soft restraint of his movements became even more noticeable. Now he was not at all like the baby he was once. And yet, when he smiled, when we shook hands, my little brother, whom I never really knew, looked out from the depths of his inner world, like a little animal who was waiting to be helped by fear and lured out dark mink.