Luke spent a gut-wrenching Saturday alone in his room, replaying the conversation with Detective Cardinal over and over in his mind until the front door creaked open in the late afternoon. Footsteps moved up the staircase. He quickly turned out his desk lamp as the door to Robby’s bedroom squeaked open. Luke feared confronting his brother, but his mind screamed at him to tell the truth about the encounter with Detective Cardinal. He fought hard to push the thoughts out but soon realized it was a fight he couldn’t win. Luke slowed his breath, repeating the mantra, you can do this, he had to come clean. Robby had to know the truth. Luke slipped out of his room and moved quietly down the hall to his brother’s door, knocking softly.
“Robby, you in there?”
“Luke, what the hell, man. You scare
