I remember the haunted distance in her eyes in those early days, when we were all nursing our wounds and wondering where to go from there.
“Okay,” I’d sighed. “Whatever you want.”
Ariel shook her head. “I just… I can’t believe he’s gone. What do I do now?”
“What we all have to do: get on with it.”
“Move on?” she repeated. “How can you say that?”
She looked down. “I loved him so much, Leo. And he loved me.”
“I can’t move on. I’d rather die.”
“He wouldn’t want that for you.”
“He doesn’t get a f*****g say anymore,” she snapped. “He’s gone. He left me.”
My anger reared up and got the best of me. “He didn’t leave you, Ariel. He was taken. He was killed.”
She just shook her head again. “It doesn’t matter. He’s gone all the same. And I have no idea what’s next.”
“You want to know what’
