The cemetery’s damp grass clung to Chloe’s shoes like the day wasn’t finished dragging her through hell yet.
She barely heard the murmured condolences, the scripted “If you ever need anything” lies people dropped like rotting confetti.
All she wanted was to go home.
Crawl into bed.
Pull the covers over her head and pretend none of it happened.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket.
Again.
Again.
She didn’t even have to check to know it was Adam — the guy from work — the one who thought sending her memes at two a.m. was romance.
She didn’t care.
Not today.
Maybe not ever again.
She texted him a half-hearted “busy.”
Stuffed the phone deep into her purse.
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Meanwhile—
Ryan and Evan had bailed the second they could, sneaking off behind the maintenance shed tucked at the far edge of th
