I was sitting at the bar at Vinnie's nursing one of the "cokes" that Jack had made for me hoping that it would sooth my nerves enough to get rid of that twisting feeling that I'd had in my stomach for the last few days. I knew this was the last thing I needed, that drinking was a big part of how things had gotten so bad in the first place, but what I really needed I couldn't have. What I needed was my brother, to have him hold me, to feel him next to me, and to have him inside of me. I heard a clinking sound and realized...