Alin
From the journal Coen keeps.
From Coen's journal
Alin was my brother… but he’s not with us anymore.
One winter, there was an accident. The ice on the lake was thin. Alin fell through it. I saw it… but I froze, I couldn’t do anything. And then, when I finally… It was too late.
That day – it was a turning point. Mother has never recovered. None of us have, actually. I know I could have helped him. He would be alive now.