Michael
Everything happened so fast.
Liam and I were caught up in a terrible fight.
In brief moments of clarity, I could see him on the ground being mercilessly beaten, and in others, I was on the ground being pummeled by my own brother, even Dan trying to separate us, the university security, or the flashes of light from the journalists' cameras.
Including my screams, before being taken away in the patrol car.
All up to this moment when I'm in a cell with my suit torn, and my lip and eyebrow busted.
To my left, in the other cell, is Liam, looking just as bad, if not worse, than me.
"Really, Michael. I was never in love with Iris," he says, his voice breaking.
I don't know when he started crying.
"Iris has been like a sister to me. We were very close because we shared the same per
