After your best friend (his sister) fell asleep, you’d go downstairs for a cold glass of water. You knew the rest of your friend’s family well, but not her older brother. When you walked in you saw him in the white light of the fridge, he turned around, a bag of chips in his hands and a Pepsi can too. He looked at you, silent for a bit.

“Hey.” His voice was firm and dark, kind of raspy.