My boyfriend, Antonio Kaufman, and his ex-
girlfriend, Gina Yoder, sent my blind brother out for condoms.
He was hit by a truck and killed.
Hisst moments were spent worrying about Antonio''s anger at his dy.
When I called Antonio, still weeping, he was gleeful.
"Did your brother bail? I bet Gina 330 thousand dors he wouldn''t. He can''t make me lose."
The words were a physical blow.
After burying my brother, I vowed revenge.
Antonio and Gina skipped the funeral, Antonio didn''t even call.
We were strangers.
Overwhelmed by grief, I''d ignored my phone until I saw Gina''s Facebook post:
"The love of my life," apanied by a picture of her and Antonio kissing in our apartment.
Returing home, the music hit me before I even entered
A raucous party filled our aprtment.
Antonio and Gina were the center of attention, openly affectionate
My silence was broken by the sudden hush.
Every eye was on me.
Antonio, meeting my gaze, gently set Gina down. his hand lingering on her hip, his demeanor unchanged.
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Gina smirked. "We were just joking with your brother. No big deal. right?"
Joking? They joked about my brother''s death.
They reveled in other people''s pain.
My anger zed. Antonio frowned at my fury. "What''s your problem? Why are you staring?"
Someone tried to diffuse the situation.
"Grace, is your brother home?"
"He should be, right? Got the condoms."
"How''s a blind man supposed to find his way home? He might be lost"
"Gina''s idea. She''s a riot''
Theirughter was a knife twist.
My brother''s bloodied body shed in my mind
Five years with Antonio, and I''d only seen his friends as the viins.
I never imagined him capable of such cruelty.
Joking about my brother''s death? That was the depth of his depravity.
What did my brother and I even mean to them?