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"Hello, Cassie."
"Lyle! What are you doing here?"
My brother tucked his hands high up under his armpits as if he were trying to keep them warm. He looked older than the last time I'd seen him and much thinner. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair lank as it hung over his face like bloody string. The muscles along his jaw and around his mouth twitched. I didn't have a lot of experience with drugs, but my guess was that he was high. Oh Lyle. Not again.
"I came home to see you," he said.
I wiped away the remnants of my tears and blew my nose into a tissue. If Lyle noticed my distress, he didn't say anything. Knowing him, he probably didn't see what would have been plain to everyone else. To be perfectly blunt, my brother was a selfish asshole.
He used to care. When our parents died, he c
