The car remained deathly quiet on the trip back to Killian's but he held my hand like he always did. We pulled into his driveway and he hit the button for the garage.
"You okay?"
I turned. "I'm not sure."
"I'll let you out and we can go inside and talk."
We needed to talk. About many things. I'd spoken to Killian about my parents and sister. He listened, but had offered very little about his personal history. This was so wrong.
I followed him, my hand held tightly in his grip. He sat on the couch and brought me into his side.
"You're angry that I didn't tell you about Michael?" His voice was whisper soft.
I looked at the pain in Killian's eyes. "I'm not angry, I'm hurt. Why didn't you tell me? Did you think I'd react badly? Did you think I'd have a problem with your brother's disabi
