Chapter 2

When I’d left my uncle’s house at eighteen, Louise and I were practically strangers. Our dad had made us that way, and we didn’t know how to bridge the gap. I’d heard it said that tragedy brings families together. Well, in our case, it created a huge divide. I hadn’t spoken to my sister or heard from her since I left home.

I arrived at my condo building half an hour later. When I let myself inside, my eyelids were heavy. I decided that a shower was too much to ask at this hour, so I simply collapsed face down on the couch and was soon lost to the world.

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The alarm on my phone woke me at five. Bleary-eyed, I sat up on the couch, stiff in too many places to count, and still weary. My head hurt something fierce, but I was used to that. It was all par for the course in my daily life, which probably wasn’t all that healthy.