#Chapter92
/"Where's my brother then?/"
I didn't want to be alone, I realized. I wanted . . . goddamn it! I had no clue what I wanted. Every thought I had seemed to contradict itself. It was like my brain got its kicks from going to war against itself.
/"What time is it?/"
Yanking the phone away from my ear, squinting at the little digits at the top of the screen, I answered, /"Just after four. Why?/"
/"He should be home by now. Swing by if you want to see him, Eyes. He hates being alone and I'm not done for another hour. If something's wrong though, I can come pick you up./"
