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brother never let me. Every day he parked the car and waited with me. When that signal changed and we stepped off the curb together, he’d grab my hand or my arm and hold on to it until we reached the other side. It was such a habit I’m pretty sure he wasn’t even aware he was doing it.
    I could have pulled away, or told him to let go, but I never did.
    The first day after he left us, the first day I had to go to school and cross alone, I was positive the street had grown twice as wide.
    Logically, I understand that it wasn’t Edward’s fault my family fell apart after he left. But when you’re eleven years old, you don’t give a fuck about logic. You just really miss holding your big brother’s hand.
    “I had to call him,” my mother says. “He’s still your father’s son. And the hospital needed someone who could make medical decisions for Luke.”
    As if it’s not bad enough that my father is in some kind of coma, the only person who seems to have information about his condition is, against all odds, my long-lost brother. The thought that he’s the one who’s been sitting next to my dad, waiting for him to open his eyes—well, it makes me furious.
    “Why couldn’t you do it?”
    “Because I’m not married to him anymore.”
    “Then why didn’t anyone ask me?”
    My mother sits down on the edge of the hospital bed. “You weren’t in any condition to be making decisions when you were brought in. And even if you had been—you’re a minor. The hospital needed someone who’s over eighteen.”
    “He left, ” I say, the obvious. “He doesn’t deserve to be here.”
    “Cara,” my mother replies, rubbing her hand over her face. “You can’t blame Edward for everything.”
    What she is careful not to say is that this was my father’s fault—the breakdown of the marriage, and Edward’s departure. She knows better than to bitch about my dad in front of me, though, because that’s partly what made me move out of her house four years ago.
    I had left my mother’s house because I didn’t fit into her new family, but I had wound up staying with my dad because he seemed to parent me in a way my mom never could. It’s hard to explain, really. It didn’t really matter to me if my bedsheets were washed weekly or only once every few months when someone remembered to do it. Instead, my dad taught me the name of every tree in the woods, knowledge I didn’t even realize I was accumulating. He showed me that a summer storm isn’t an inconvenience but a great time to work outside without being swarmed by mosquitoes or sweltering in the heat.
    Once, when we were in one of the enclosures, a badger had the bad luck to wander inside. We usually let the wolves kill whatever small prey wound up in their pen, but this time, one of the adult wolves chased down the badger and, instead of killing it, bit the backbone so it was dragging its rear legs. Then he backed away, so that the two young pups in the pack could make the kill. It was, basically, a training session. That’s what life with my father was like. With my dad, it didn’t matter thatEdward had left. With my dad I was worthy enough to be the only other member of his pack, the one he taught everything he knew, the one he depended on as much as I depended on him.
    If my father doesn’t wake up, I realize, I will have to go back to living with my mother.
    Suddenly the door to my hospital room opens and the two policemen who were here yesterday walk in. “Cara,” the tall one says. “Glad to see you’re awake. I’m Officer Dumont, and this is Officer Whigby. We’d like to talk to you for a few minutes—”
    My mother steps between them and the hospital bed. “Cara’s barely out of surgery. She needs to rest.”
    “With all due respect, ma’am, we aren’t leaving this time without speaking to your daughter.” Officer Dumont sits down in the chair beside the bed. “Cara, do you mind answering a few questions about the car accident?”
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