I hold him under until he stops moving.
I killed my brother. I loved him. I killed him.
Chapter 31
HANNAH
“He’s getting better every day.” I cradled the cordless phone between my shoulder and ear, both hands occupied with bracing a bowl and stirring batter. Muffins for Matt. I smiled. I loved to watch him eat. He never really ate with me now—he tore through the kitchen like a hungry animal, wolfing down the nearest thing—but he ate, and that’s what mattered. “Oh yeah, more communicative about it all, more … just everything.”
“That’s great. God, such a relief.” Pam sighed.
“It shouldn’t be long before—”
“Hannah, please. Work from home for the rest of the year if you need. I understand. You have to let me know when I can visit, that’s all I ask.”
My smile dropped.
“I’m sure it’ll be soon. Um, whenever he’s ready. Is Laura in New York?”
We chatted about book stuff for a while and she let me go. As soon as I hung up the phone, I felt Nate’s presence. I turned.
He was leaning in the kitchen doorway, head cocked. It gave me a rush of relief to see someone—anyone—besides my haggard reflection and wild Matt. Even under duress, Nate looked sophisticated and carefully put together. His black hair was clean and combed. He wore slacks and a thin charcoal sweater.
“Getting better every day?” he said. “More communicative?”
I resumed stirring the batter.
“In my opinion, he is.”
“You’re lying to Pam. You’re lying to yourself. I can’t stay out here forever, as much as I want to, and Ella and Rick will break down the door soon. When they do—”
“Stop.”
“When they do, and when they find Matt stalking around with a loaded gun—”
“He has never talked about suicide.” My hand trembled.
“They will have him committed. You can’t stop them. And at this point, I’m not even sure it would be the wrong thing to do.”
I bit my lip until it hurt. Then I breathed out.
“I realize you can’t stay forever. I’m not letting anyone take him away.”
“Do you think I don’t love him and want him to get better?” Nate came around to look at me. “But what we’re doing here? It’s not working. He hasn’t breathed a word about Seth. I’m not even sure if he knows Seth is gone. That person upstairs isn’t my brother, and he isn’t your fiancé. Where is he even spending the night?”
“He needs more time. It’s only been a few weeks. Mike is coming tomorrow—”
“Perfect.” Nate threw up a hand. “You invited that psychobabbling idiot back here?”
Nate and Mike did not see eye-to-eye. Mike wanted to shoot Matt full of benzos. He talked about “depression and features of catatonic excitement.” Nate quoted from medical journals, raised his voice.
“Look, I think he can help. He’s helped Matt through…” I looked down. “A lot.”
“I think you’re grasping at straws, but suit yourself. All I’m saying is that time is running out. Ella as good as told me they’re coming out next month if they don’t hear from him.”
My heart fluttered strangely. Stay in there, I thought, because sometimes it seemed to want to burst out of my chest. I was holding myself together by sheer willpower.
I began to line the muffin tin with papers.
Nate loomed, wanting something that I would never give: Matt.
If Matt went into the psych ward, I went into the psych ward.
I glanced up, expecting angry eyes. Instead, they were soft and sympathetic.
“I’m going to drag him out for a walk,” Nate said. He patted my shoulder and left.