"You think I don't know that?" I say, my voice worn thin to the point of breaking, "Jesus, Mike."

There's a small, petty part of me that wants to remind him that he hardly wants me to talk about them, hardly seems to want to claim them as his own.

"They wouldn't be alone, you know? They... they had a big family, you know? It wasn't just us."

But now Mathias is gone, maybe, and who the fuck knows who else.