Keenan was sitting quietly in the back as we drove, his hands in his lap. I was looking out of the window, but not at anything in particular. I missed Marek. We were so close to getting him now that it hurt more.

“I think we broke him.” My brother leaned over and whispered to me.

I turned to him and sighed. “I mean, your being alive tends to break people.”

“Sure, but…like…look at him. He’s completely gone.”

Lorenzo looked in the mirror, and I turned around. Keenan looked ...