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I don’t know what’s going on. I tried to kill my mate last night, and now he’s holding my hand to comfort me as we drive to my father’s funeral. Nothing makes sense anymore.
Joseph hasn’t said a word about last night. I’m thankful, because I honestly don’t know what I was thinking. The bond is all-consuming, and I need it to stop. I can’t stop it, though. Not if I want to be alive for my boys.
We ride in silence the entire way, Joseph holding my hand and occasionally squeezing it. I’m nervous. I haven’t seen my siblings in so long. I missed so much with my father. I have no right to be here. On top of that, I’m leaving my sons alone.
“We should go back home,” I say. “The boys…”
“The boys are fine,” Joseph says, looking up at Frank. “Keep driving.”
Joseph puts his
