Glacier Took My Brother, Guilt Took My HusbandChapter 1
My younger brother, Mark Green, joined his teammates on an expedition to the Alaska Glacier. Unfortunately, he slipped into an ice pit and went missing.
One of his teammates called for help, but my husband, Richard Miller, repeatedly hung up.
When the call came again, this time he blocked the number.
I was deeply worried.
“It’s my brother’s teammate calling—there must be something urgent.”
His tone was impatient and filled with anger.
“Use your brain. Your brother is skiing in Alaska right now—how could anything have happened?”
“And even if something did happen, your brother is a grown man. Can’t he figure out how to save himself? Why waste our time and money?”
Then came his harsh threat:
“If you dare go, if you even think about using our joint marital assets, I’ll divorce you and make sure you never see Ethan again.”
His words froze me. But in that moment, I suddenly understood.
He thought the missing one was my brother, which was why he tried so hard to stop me.
But what if the missing person had been his own brother?
…
I spoke faintly.
“Alright.”
Hearing me agree, Richard finally relaxed.
To ensure I wouldn’t change my mind, his face turned fierce as he warned again and again.
“Don’t get clever. If you dare sneak behind my back to save him, you’ll regret it.”
As he spoke, he snatched my phone and barked another order.
“I’ll keep your phone. You’ll get it back once everything’s over.”
He turned to leave, but I caught his arm.
After all, this was a human life. If I did nothing, my conscience would never rest.
During my years with the Miller family, his brother David had never offended me in any way.
I whispered softly, “Are you really going to let your brother die without lifting a hand to help?”
Richard turned, face full of irritation.
He shook off my grip.
“Enough already. I told you to stay out of it. Just do what I say.”
“How can you just ignore a life? What if something really happens?”
His face darkened.
“Stop bringing trouble on yourself. Just take care of your own business. Remember—you married me. A man’s word is law, and this household answers to me.”
Seeing his stubborn authority, I held my tongue. I knew once Richard decided something, it was nearly impossible to change his mind.
I tried another approach.
“Well… fine, I won’t get involved. But can I have my phone back?”
His face fell immediately.