Page 59 - In Five Years

We stopped going after we lost him. I’m not sure why, except that everything
that felt familial, that seemed to tie us together, was intolerable. Like our joy or
unity was a betrayal of him, his life.
“Dannie?”

I close my eyes and open them again. When I look up, I see him standing
above me in a bike helmet, half on his seat. Aaron. You’ve got to be kidding me.