Chapter 8
July 2018
Devon looked as if he was on the verge of tears as I told him about Justin’s suicide. I had finally gotten to the point where I could talk about it without tearing up, but the sight of Devon’s compassion almost undid me.
“He got some things wrong,” I said.
“What do you mean?”
“In his note, he told me that the pain would fade with time. But it’s been four and a half years, and it still feels like it was yesterday.” I curled in on myself at the admission. Devon put his arm around me, and I let him, enjoying his warmth, even on this sultry summer night.
“I don’t see how anyone could get over that kind of loss. I mean, it’s one thing when someone gets old or gets sick and dies. But when someone is in their prime and they’re plucked so unfairly out of life…it feels lik
