“We had more chances to become addicts than they did. It just seemed like my grandparents knew we could all fall apart, so they didn’t want to invest in us.” I face the dashboard again. “I can’t really be envious of Eliot and Tom. I think there’s something catastrophic about nurturing a tiny fire into a raging inferno.” I tilt my head to Donnelly. “It’s the ways of the stars: burn too bright and a supernova will explode.”
