And the cherry on top of the shit cake? Kash, who hasn’t spent a night away from me since we were kids, chose to sleep at the end of Saylor’s bed, refusing to leave her. There wasn’t an ounce of hesitation on his part. So, as I was spiraling, needing my brother more than I have in years, he’d been perfectly content to curl around her feet without a second thought. And that scares the hell out of me.
