When the guy looked more closely at us, he narrowed his eyes and walked over, his head perched on a neck larger than my thighs. He had to be close to two hundred and fifty pounds, most of it muscle, and as he approached I saw he had the same eyes as his sister’s. His hair was the identical color, too, although his had been cut short and bristly, emphasizing the enormity of his skull. He ambled up to us, arms swinging by his thick sides, his jaw making sinewy movements as he observed me.

“What are you doing back in town?” he said, more of a snarl than a proper sentence. Who was this guy? And what did he want from me?

I held up my hands. “I don’t know who you are.”

He howled with laughter, and nothing like the genuine kind. “You think you can pretend not to recognize me? It hasn’t been long enough, Asher fucking Bennett.”

“Keenan,” Fiona said before I could answer. “Knock it off. Ash, what’s going on?”

I took off my baseball hat, as if that might lessen their confusion. “My name’s Brad.”

“Cut the crap.” Keenan came closer, making me take a step back and butt up against the packets of popcorn and tortilla chips, which crinkled as they squished against my stolen jacket.

“Really,” I said, feeling trapped and getting ready to take a swing at him if he came any closer. One punch would have to suffice, and better make it a big one so he couldn’t get up quickly enough to retaliate. “I don’t know who you are. I don’t know who I am.”

Keenan opened his mouth to say something, but Fiona got there first, holding out her hand. “Give me my phone, I’m calling Maya.”

“She was here earlier.” The cashier walked up to us with a curious expression on her face as I handed the phone to Fiona, not knowing what else to do. “Asked if I’d seen him.”

“Who’s Maya?” I said.

“Maya’s your sister.” Fiona patted my arm. “She’s your sister, Ash.”

“She showed me your photo,” the cashier continued. “Gave me her number and twenty bucks. Said I should call right away if you showed up, so I did when you were in the bathroom. What’s going on?”

“You remember Maya, don’t you?” Fiona said, ignoring the question as I shook my head.

“This is bull,” Keenan barked, his voice loud and forceful, making the three of us flinch in unison. “You’re so full of it, Ash. You always were, even before Celine—”

“Stop it, Keenan,” Fiona snapped. “Can’t you see something’s wrong with him?”

“Something’s wrong, all right. He’s back, and I told you if—”