We didn't have much in common. I was 16 going on 17, popular, and a soon-to-be member of a brotherhood. Jaime was 8 never going on 9, often alone, and a privileged member of the brain cancer ward of Greenwich Memorial. What we did have in common was a love for his goth sister Cora, and a fascination with superhero tales. So we wrote one together. Like our superhero doppelgängers, we went on wild adventures and formed bonds cancer couldn't break--until my father revealed an awful secret.