Brian drove aimlessly with no destination in mind. The urge to get away from the thoughts that were suffocating him and his brother’s well-intentioned questions had grated on his nerves. He found himself driving purposelessly through his neighborhood, the sound of Ryan O’Neal’s vocals on full blast and piercing through the muddled thoughts that vied for dominance in his mind.
Deep down he had no doubt where he actually wanted to drive to—or to who. Brian wished he knew where Oliver lived. He wanted to apologize to him. Frustration mixed with guilt boiled over and he hit the steering wheel and swerved the car. The urge to get a hold of Oliver was overwhelming. The slump in Oliver’s shoulders as he listened to his dad’s filth—no one deserved to be spoken to like that. But what had really go
