CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Gary had lived in the same shithole one-bed apartment for a couple of years, she knew because she sent him a Christmas card every year, not that she ever got one back.
Only after moving in with Erika did she visit her brother. The damp-stained walls and cracked windows didn’t entice her to repeat that experience. After that first and only visit to his place, she never came back. When they wanted to get together, Gary came over to Erika’s.
But in that moment, she embraced being there. That was the day she was going to do what she should have done years ago: stand up to her brother and have him face facts. At Gary’s door, she didn’t waste any time waiting to knock.
At this time in the morning, he should have been fast asleep. But he didn’t take long to answer, as if he
