Matt shut his eyes. He stuck his hands in his pockets, but they kept on shaking. “Play it again.” “Come on, Matt,” Kyler said. “I’ve played it three times. You know what this means.” Matt looked at him. “Give it to me a minute.” His brother sighed and handed over his phone. Rather than play it again, Matt chucked the phone across the room. The tiny device struck a display window, which covered shelves built into the wall. Glass shattered and flew everywhere. The phone landed on the floor. “What the hell are you doing, Matt?” He ignored Kyler and strode over to the phone. Atop the glass littering the carpet, he stomped the phone until it lay in as many pieces at the glass. Kyler shouted again behind him, and Matt spun around. He charged across the office and grabbed his brother, lifting him off his feet. Kyler was just as big as he was, maybe more densely muscled, but Matt moved on adrenaline, rage, and the depths of sorrow.
