Mark I stood in that crappy house of his, watching Alex passed out on the mattress, his face all slack like he didn’t have a care in the world. My hands wouldn’t stop clenching and unclenching on my knees, nails digging in, because every time I looked at him I saw Marcus again, or at least the reason Marcus ended up dead. My fraternal twin. The guy who dragged himself through all kinds of crap just so we wouldn’t starve, and now everybody acts like it’s nothing, like we can just sweep it under the rug and move on. Screw that. I’d been waiting days for this, parked near Alex’s building, watching, planning, making sure when the chance came I wouldn’t mess it up. And yeah, I used that rag and the stuff from the bottle, dragged him out the back way when nobody was around. Not proud of it, but desperate times, right?Alex stirred a little, eyelids twitching, and I leaned forward on the creaky chair, heart pounding like it wanted to jump out. “Wake up already,” I muttered under my breat
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