“He said I should’ve biked harder.” Off her confusion, I explain the rest. How my brother died. He used to bike out to a quarry. He’d sneak a few beers to drink, throw rocks, and swim. Sometimes alone, sometime with friends. Always to let off steam. Occasionally he’d let me and Banks tag along. One night, I heard him sneak out, and I knew he was probably headed there. I asked my mom if I could go with Sky. She said yes. I followed on my bike.
Wtf
