The drive gave me time to think. Adam’s death just didn’t seem to make sense. Like a lot of kids, he had gone through a rebellious period. At one point he had dressed to emulate his favorite "Goth" bands and was really embarrassing to even be seen with in public. He wasn’t getting along with our dad at all then, and had moved in with my mom and me for a while. But more recently, in college, he seemed to have found himself. Even if he used drugs recreationally, it just didn’t make sense to me that he would have overdosed. I had seen him recently, and there hadn’t been anything in his behavior that even hinted at his being an addict. And my dad had told me that the cops hadn’t found any needle marks when they discovered Adam’s body.