Ever since he told me he was an addict and forced me to stay quiet about it, I felt like someone had hijacked my brother and replaced him with a secret evil-twin version. He’d been lying about his drug habit for who knows how long before he told me. What else was he lying about? And who the fuck tells his sister he’s a drug addict three days before her wedding? An asshole. My real brother wasn’t an asshole. This guy was an asshole.
