SAM
I go to Jared's place as soon as I leave. He is sitting on the couch staring into nothingness, a glass of whiskey in his hand.
I sit in front of him and wait for him to say something. Anything.
Fifteen minutes have passed and he still can't bring himself to tell me anything. I am not surprised. I was never comfortable confronting his feelings, talking to someone else about his pain, his fears. He is so darn stubborn sometimes.
“Angela read some letter that you had written for Rachael. She was heartbroken and scared that you still love Rachael.” That gets my brother’s attention. He looks up at me.
“What letter?” He asks, visibly perplexed.
“I have no f*****g clue.” I tell him annoyed. It’s his letter, he should be the one knowing about it.
He just looks back at me even more annoy
