I got that, but I was scared, and he was my big brother who always seemed to know what to do. After all, Hugh was the one who knew more about Lizzie than any of the rest of us. He’d been there, right there in the middle of her personal breakdown the last time. Before the shutters came down around her heart blocking all of us out, he was the last person to be pushed away. He knew her better than anyone. The old her, at least.
