MELANIETwo weeks had passed, but it still felt so raw, like everything happened yesterday.The memorial was held in a small private garden behind a chapel. There was no crowd, just the people who needed to be there. White chairs lined up with a wooden table at the front that held two framed photographs—one of Eva, smiling with her hand resting on her stomach, and one of Logan from years back, before anyone had called him Silvio. A single arrangement of white flowers stood between the frames.I sat near the middle with Gavin beside me, with my arms still in a sling. Derek sat in the front row with his girlfriend Gabby next to him. Reynold was on Derek’s other side. Surprisingly, they had become close.My mother and Vivian sat a few seats over, while Joe was here for Gavin. He stood at the edge of the group, with his hands in his pockets. A woman from the chapel opened the service.“We are here this afternoon to remember two lives that ended too soon,” she said, speaking solemnly. “E
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