I didn’t know if she felt that way too, but that was how it felt for me. Catrina had always been my brutal, harsh, beautiful other half. I was closer to Billie, yes, in that Billie was a better friend than Catrina, but Catrina had really defined who I was. I was her clever little brother. The voice of reason. I was mischievous when it was least expected, and I was responsible when it was needed, but without Catrina to compare myself to, I just became… reactions and thoughts untethered. I ...