Chapter 12I carried my food over to Daryl's table. He gave me a small sad smile. “How're you doing?”
I sat down, settling my bag at my feet. “I've had better days.”
“I'll bet.”
He had a half-eaten cheeseburger and fries on his tray. It looked good. I couldn't believe that I was actually hungry but my stomach growled, demanding food. I fed it a couple crisp fries.
“How about you?” I asked. “Are you doing okay?”
Daryl shrugged. “It's hard to believe he's gone, you know? I kept looking for him today without even realizing I was doing it. Like I wanted to tell him about the guy that had died, and then I'd realize that it was him and not some random guy. Is that weird?”
I shook my head. “It doesn't sound weird to me.”
I had to look down then, because tears stung my eyes. I picked up a ch
