It felt like the universe had a sick sense of humor. Like every time I started to breathe, every time shit started piecing itself back together, something came along and smashed it apart again. The NHL scouts were still in my head, buzzing like a future I could almost taste. James was finally steady, his bruises fading, his debts handled. And Andrew… Andrew was more than steady. He was there. He was home in a way I hadn’t thought I’d get again. But then life reminded me it didn’t care. I stood beside him in the cold, damp earth smell clinging heavy in the air, the sky a dull, unfeeling gray. The cemetery stretched out quiet and endless, rows of carved stone jutting up from the ground like teeth. Everyone around us wore black, but none of them looked as hollowed out as Andrew did. He hadn’t said much since it happened. Not when he got the call. Not when I drove him home. Not even now, as the priest muttered words that barely reached my ears. His face was set, stiff, his hands clenc
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