Thatcher keeps us on track. “You heard Tony talk on the phone?” “Oui.” I straighten up and tuck a flyaway hair behind my ear. “He mentioned you and your brother.” Lines crease his forehead. “Which brother?” “Skylar.” I shake my head hotly and cringe. “He said, Thatcher never even visits his dead brother’s grave, and he wants everyone to be sympathetic about that shit.”
