Mom is missing, Dad is literally losing it the longer the two of them are apart, and my brothers aren't my brothers-or so it seems. Patrick is doing things that remind me of Phil and me. He is just a lost cause because of his luck with women. And me . . . I am torn between two brothers and don't want to choose between the two of them. They both give me something different, and they both love me. I love them too but differently as well. I know it is wrong, but I can't help myself. The passion the three of us generate together is unstoppable, and they know it as well as I do. I am so fucked up...