Thomas probably had a “do not touch this girl” poster in the house somewhere. With my eyes focused on my coffee cup, it takes me a second to realize Cory’s are glassy. “Oh, Cory. He’s allowed to be a good guy,” I say, truly meaning that. I actually never thought otherwise. My brother was one of the best people I knew when we were growing up. I’d always looked up to him. He’d been good to me. Until he wasn’t…
