Shea Moore was eating dinner when he heard the news. His brother had been shot and died at the scene. The killer had escaped, and the police were thoroughly searching Cambridge and Boston for clues. However, there were no witnesses, and they didn’t know where to begin.
Shea felt his world falling apart before his eyes. Disbelief engulfed him like a relentless wave, and he couldn’t grasp the reality before him. This couldn’t happen to his brother, and so it couldn’t happen to him. Another student tried to speak to him, but it was a hopeless effort. Shea was inconsolable and had no idea who to turn to. His parents were powerless, and he wondered how much they cared anyway. Slowly, he walked to his room and tried to sleep, aided by three shots of Johnny Walker Black.
Over the next few days, the police interviewed Shea and other students to get a clearer picture of what had happened. Luden had an idea, but he thought the police would dismiss his input. He wouldn’t let the situation get too far ahead of him, but first, he needed to take care of the remaining twin he had grown close to.
Initially, Shea was depressed and grieving, but over time, he felt shattered into a thousand pieces. Others thought he would move past his grief, but secretly, Shea believed a part of himself had died. Who was he without his twin brother? He had no idea. They had never been apart, and he had never felt this way before.
Hans Luden helped Shea find a trusted therapist in Boston. When Dr. Beth Hamilton asked Shea why he wanted to see her, he explained the death of his brother. After listening for a while, she said it must feel like a part of himself was gone.