“Fine.” I sat up in bed to face her. “How can you move on like this? Do you even miss him at all? Because it seems like you don’t, and it’s only been, what? Two years? It seems like you’re more than happy to live your glamorous life out here with this stranger and not be bothered at all that your brother is dead. It’s disrespectful, Andy.” As soon as I said it, I wanted to take it back.
Oh thats fucked UP
