to exist.
Occasionally, my sister would text me a link to some public post he’d made. Adrian and Kelsey, bronzed and carefree, laughing on a beach in Bali. Adrian and Kelsey, sipping wine on a rooftop in Italy, the city lights blurred behind them. He looked like a man who had shed a skin. He looked light. He looked like a man without a conscience. After continue reading …