"Why don't you tell me a bit more about that?" Donovan questioned, his legs crossed as he sat across from Bill, his notebook in his lap. The edge of his pen tapped against his bottom lip. "I'm sure the loss of your brother was difficult in many ways. Did your parents stay together afterward?"
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The author had been staring out of the window as he spoke, knowing that even in here, a place where most people were probably at their most honest, Bill couldn't. Because he would definitely be committed. He could talk about his parents, though. No matter how much he might not want to, that was a safe enough topic.
"Yeah they did," he answered, one hand lifting to run through his hair while the other idly tapped the arm of the couch.
"Until I was seventeen, anyway, when my dad died of stomach cancer. My mother died just before I turned twenty." He had been alone for much longer than that, however. The writer was sure that they would get into that at some point.
