“I told you that my younger brother died in a hit-and-run.” He’s still smiling, but there’s real sadness around his eyes now. Real grief. As raw and as painful as the endless ache I felt when I thought I’d lost him. “That was close to the truth. But not its entirety. I changed the details so that you wouldn’t realise just how connected you and I were. But, yes, my brother did die in a car accident.” “The boy on the bridge,” I manage. “Liam.”
