[Dylan]
“Dylan?”
“Hmm?” I glanced over my shoulder to see my brother sitting in the middle of the bed, surrounded by the treats we had gotten from the store.
“What do you remember?” he asked, and I sighed as I turned back to the mirror. I could still see him in the reflection, but I ignored him as I ran the razor over my jaw.
“Do we have to talk about it?” I questioned. While my brother and I had spent time together over the years, we had never talked about that night.
“Yes,” he said firmly, and I sighed once again.
“Right now?”
“Yes, Dylan. Right now. Please,” he pleaded, and I didn’t say anything further as I finished shaving. Once I was done, I rinsed off the soap and used the towel to dry my face. I peered at my reflection, and I was satisfied that I was cleanly shaven. I tri
