“I had them until me and my brother, Kevin, were eighteen. They were driving home drunk and fighting like they always did. Probably because Dad got too handsy with another woman again. They went off a bridge and didn't come back up until the next day. Found scratch marks all over Dad's face from her nails, and both of their alcohol levels were high.” He nods slowly, then asks, “Twins?” “Yeah,” I confirm quietly. “Kev and I were twins. But now it's just me.”
