“Don’t you get it yet?” he spat out, backing away from me. “Haven’t you figured it out by now? We are all alone.” He shook his head and glared at me. “All of us. On our own. By ourselves. And that’s that.” “Tadhg, that’s not true—” “No one fucking cares, Shannon,” he told me, voice flat and void of all emotion. “Not about us. If they did, they would have come by now. And Joey doesn’t care, either,” he cried before storming away.
