My heart aches so much for Jonathan and his family, that they weren’t equipped with the emotional resources to help Aaron before it was too late. I started reading this because of my true crime intrigue, but I found the most profound parts of this memoir to be Jonathan’s memories of him and Aaron as children and those moments when he could sense something was wrong with Aaron. Those parts were so eerie. The saddest part is that now we know Aaron had severe brain damage and was dealing (or wasn’t) with trauma related to childhood sexual abuse and his repressed sexuality at the time of his death, AND Odin Lloyd’s family will likely never know who his killer really was.