Mam. She didn’t make it. Flinching, Kav spun us around, but it was too late for me. I’d already seen it. I’d seen them. Him and her. My parents. Lying side by side. Even in death. “This is my fault.” “No.” Hauling us both under the tape that was cordoning off my childhood home, Kav pulled me along toward a familiar Mercedes. “This is his fault, Joey. His.” “I was high,” I confessed, feeling like my mind was slipping on me as I struggled to take everything in. As I checked the fuck out. “I lost my head and walked out on them.”
