“I just feel so guilty,” I blurt. “So much guilt, Landon. It’s overwhelming, so I ignore it. I think we’re good at that…ignoring the things that feel too big.” My brother’s eyes grow watery, and he bobs his head. “We are, aren’t we? I blame dad. And the family curse.” I just nod, because he’s right. My grandma died from a coconut falling on her head while vacationing in the Maldives, my dad’s marijuana plants all caught fire three years ago, and my brother lost his leg because of a suicidal deer. Shit. I could go on and on.
