Just as we were rolling out of town, Troy said, “So, Sheehan, why haven’t you told me you had a brother who died?” “Who told you that? Adriana?” “Yeah, she said you’ve had a lot of loss for your age. A little brother and when you were sixteen your two grandpas died suddenly, only a few months apart? Jesus. Said you have trouble disclosing to families because of all those traumatic deaths.” I stared straight ahead, my jaw clenched. “Man, your little brother drowned when he was six and you were supposed to be watching him? That sucks. What were you—nine at the time?” I glared at him. “Shut the hell up.” My heart was pumping like I’d run a few blocks. “I had a cousin who died in a car accident when I was eight. I didn’t sleep well for a year thinking I was next. I imagine the guilt was pretty tough on you.” I raised my voice.
