#Chapter13-02
"Where's my brother then?"
I didn't want to be alone, I realized. I wanted . . . goddamn it! I had no clue what I wanted. Every thought I had seemed to contradict itself. It was like my brain got its kicks from going to war against itself.
"What time is it?"
Yanking the phone away from my ear, squinting at the little digits at the top of the screen, I answered, "Just after four. Why?"
"He should be home by now. Swing by if you want to see him, Eyes. He hates being alone and I'm not done for another hour. If something's wrong though, I can come pick you up."
Instead of answering him, I ended the call. His concern, like most things he did these days— including breathing — pissed me off. It had been two weeks since I had arrived at his door in the dead of night, somewhere
