Ryan practically tumbled out of the car the moment it rolled to a stop, Evan close on his heels. Chloe, still behind the wheel, gave them a stiff little nod. Not a word—she hadn’t said a word the entire ride.
Ryan offered a muttered “Thanks” through the open window, but Chloe only managed a tight smile before pulling away from the curb.
The fading tail lights left Evan and Ryan standing on the sidewalk in front of their apartment building, tuxedo shoes on concrete, the late afternoon sun painfully cheerful for a day that had included a funeral. For a moment they just stood there in the silence Chloe left behind, the emotional weight of Keeley’s funeral still hanging around them like a stubborn dark cloud.
Both of them were in their formal funeral attire—Ryan’s black suit jacket feelin
