He'd grind through to the realisation of who must have taken him out later, when the shock waves died down, he'd work out what to do with all that later. Right now he hauled himself off his bed, and stormed past Marcie to the kitchen, running up against the back bench and planting his hands flat on it, arms braced. He just needed to get out.
Barak was dead, really dead, and had been for a long time. Barak, who'd been hell to live with but also, who'd been the only reason that Kaden had still lived there. Without Barak, he would have been sent into foster care after their father went to prison. And there were times when Kaden had been so scared of him but there was times all Kaden wanted was to make him proud and now he was dead for real and Kaden didn't know what to do about it except brace himself against the kitchen bench and burst into a short volley of sharp sobs.