“He ended up overdosing about two years ago. Phoebe found him.” “Shit,” I breathe. “Yeah. It was really fucked up. For both of them. She was only twelve, and he was harboring enough guilt over Izzy as it was. This was just the cherry on top of a real shit sundae, you know?” He casts a look around the room, eyes growing far away. “He went to rehab after that. So despite how awful it was...” “It’s what led to him getting clean,” I finish softly.
