Neil is not supposed to be the answer, this two-faced child who should have broken years ago, who tries to keep everyone at arm’s length but hangs on as tight as he can with bruised and bloody knuckles. Neil is not reason enough to wake up, to look back, to try a little harder. One man is not reason enough to live. Andrew knows better than to believe these lies, than to think that look could be anything but a ploy for more favors and protection. He knows better, but—