I wasn't expecting to open Collin's front door and see Clarkson Dunn standing on the front porch. "Why didn't you tell me?" Everything in his voice spoke heartbreak. "I didn't know how," I admitted. "Move." And so I did. I followed him inside, but paused in the living room, letting him go back to Collin's room. "Who's that?" Chris asked me. "Clarkson." Melissa just let out a sigh, closing her eyes. "I'm going to go and lie down," Melissa said quietly, before slipping out of the living room. "Want to watch some TV?" Chris asked me, grabbing the remote before I had the chance to answer. Clarkson emerged from Collin's room almost an hour later, his eyes bloodshot. "Come watch some TV," Chris invited. He took a seat on the floor in front of the couch in front of me, his upper bod
