Kade shifts on his feet. His fingers are spasming, and he’s blinking a lot. “Do you think you could ever forgive me?” he asks, and I can tell the drugs he’d taken are starting to wear off – he’s fidgety and sweating and his knees are bouncing. “I need you to forgive me. I’ll do anything. Just tell me – I’ll do it.” I flatten my lips to hold in a sob. “I don’t think this is about forgiveness. I could have said something years ago about my brother, but I didn’t.”
