"It didn't keep you from us as long as I kept me from you," Lachlan muttered darkly. Sometimes he was surprised he wasn't still in the mad throes of addiction. His recovery was still so recent and only possible at all because of Ciaran. Not that his siblings knew that. He'd been clean for a few years, but it was a struggle every day.
"Flashbacks suck," Lachlan finally groaned. "I remember the weirdest things. Like the smell of mold. How everything just smelled like mold."