ale, thick with the smell
sick, that grief
a chilling mask, whispering to doctors how I was
David is gone," she' d insis
r wasn't my madnes
ated police officer, was supposedly killed,
the casket
al twin, missing the fad
ut alive in our summer cabin, with his
Mark was killed in a shootout, and David seized
as if explaining a simple math p
ptain-but they looked at me with pity, alre
to a white room, and
y, was left in their care,
ly was dead, a "tragic accident"
ld sha
remembering Billy' s bright la
that David would
the cha
ess t
back on my living room couch, th
dead. I
f practiced sadness, now
ice from the hallwa
plied. "She' ll break, just like we planned. We
re she doesn' t get near the bo
was not the g
he exec