I couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. David stood at the top of the stairs, his face half in shadow, half in moonlight.
"What did you say?" My voice was barely a whisper.
He climbed the last few steps and sat on the edge of my mattress. His hands were shaking. I'd never seen my brother's hands shake.
"The night Dad died. I was there."
"You were sixteen. You were at a friend's house. Mom told me."
"Mom lied." He wouldn't look at me. "I was at the hospital. I sneaked out to see him. I knew he was sick. I knew it was bad. But I wanted to say goodbye. Just in case."
My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. "David..."
"He was asleep when I got there. I sat with him for maybe an hour. Just holding his hand. And then..." He stopped. Swallowed. "And then a man came in. Wearing
