"You don't have a place to live because you're a drunken whore!" Mark snarled at me. "And damn straight my job matters! I've worked my ass off to prove I'm better than all those rich little pricks that have had their jobs handed to them!"

"Yeah, 'better than' is exactly what you are these days, isn't it, Mark?" I asked him. "Better than your sister who made you what you are, now you call me a whore!"

"You didn't make me, I..."

"You were sitting in a corner of a group home when we found you," I reminded him. "Staring at walls and talking to your little friend in your...