“Your stepson is older than you,” he commented. “Must be strange.” “Not really.” “I imagine you have more in common with him than his father.” “You imagine wrong,” I responded, bored of this conversation and bored of this man. This was the worst punishment. I’d never touch coke again. “You lived under the same roof as him for a year. You’re close to the same age. If you don’t have more in common mentally, then surely physically.” I laughed. Nico and me? Not in a million years. Unfortunately, at the time, I hadn’t known it would only take one.
