“Yeah, she’s going to be fine,” I said to my brothers through a Facebook group call, outside the hospital. “They’ve just fucked her hair up. Fucking again.”

I heard both of my brothers swear and knew we had to do something. But we didn’t want to do too much, not until Celia knew about all of us. Not just Keith. We had a lot of explaining to do, I knew, which was why I hadn’t really wanted to play this game. Celia had changed my reluctance to eagerness, however, and now I didn’t want to let her go any more than Grant or Keith did.

“Listen, we’ll figure something out...