Chapter 36 The Ghost Between Us

• [ZEKE]
• I pace the length of my father’s old office, the sharp burn of whiskey sliding down my throat doing nothing to dull the ache in my ribs. The glass hangs loose in my hand, heavy, useless. I don’t even know why I came in here. Instinct, maybe. Or masochism.
• The place is spotless now. Polished wood, dust-free shelves, curtains drawn just so. I’m almost grateful for that. Last time I was in this room, Roman was lying on the floor, dead in my arms. My brother. My blood.