"I do know," I continue. "When I was younger, I had this cousin. Edward. Everyone called him Eddie." Just saying his name makes my heart hurt. I lick my lips and force myself to continue. "We were the same age, and we were always together. We were practically brothers, only we didn't fight like siblings." I sigh. "But we were polar opposites."
"You keep talking about him in past tense. What happened?" Emily asks.
I gulp. Other than the therapist my mother made me see, I've never told this story to anyone else. "There was this kid, Chad, and he's also our age. We all went to the same school."
Emily doesn't say anything, but I know she's listening, so I continue.
"Chad's your typical jock: good-looking, played almost every sport, liked to party and have a good time. One night, Eddie and
