“You want you to be at peace.
And you think dying—
or at least not living—
is the best way to find it.
And I totally don’t get that.”
Krista says what I said,
then turns to me.
“I get that,” she chokes out.
“He thinks he could’ve stopped you.
He thinks he could’ve saved you.”
“I could have.”
Mickey grips the neck of the guitar.
“I could’ve kept the drugs
out of his hands.”
I shake my head.
“You saw me turn it down,
just like you and Siobhan—”
“I should’ve known,”
Mickey says over me.
“I should’ve known
that record company rep
would push him harder
when I wasn’t looking.
He was always so eager to please.
I should’ve asked later.
One question: ‘Did you keep the cocaine?’
But I was too busy
and too annoyed,
thinking, He’s a such a big shot now
he can take care of himself,