London got off work and walked down to the nearest trolley stop. While she waited for the next trolley to come along, she pulled out her phone to see if Tuck had made it to Gillette.
Happiness rushed through her to find a message from him from early evening saying he’d made it. But her chest ached as she thought about him having to go to the service alone the next day.
A quick search told her there were only two funerals in Gillette tomorrow, at least that she could find. And only one for a woman. That had to be the one for Tuck’s mother. But how would she fix it so he wasn’t there alone? She sent a couple of quick texts to some of her friends, then pocketed her phone as the trolley pulled to a stop a few feet away.
The door swung open, London stepped back, waiting for anyone who wanted
