The first time she saw him again was at her father's funeral. Five years had passed, yet the moment he stepped into the hallway, every bone in her body remembered. The silence. The indifference. The absence. She stood beside her boyfriend in a black dress, grief coursing through her like a broken playlist. But her eyes found him anyway. Her brother’s best friend. The boy from the garage. He shouldn't have come. He looked like he regretted it already, with the muscle working in his jaw, and the anger burning from his eyes. And still, in that moment, her heart forgot how to mourn.