Hours later, our bellies full and everyone gone for the night, Tyler and I lay together in our bed, my head on his chest as he slowly rubbed my back, up and down.
“Do you ever think about Remmy or Griffin? Carl, even?”
I looked at him. “Why do you ask?”
“It’s just, we’ve all lost family, in one way or another. We just had different ways of dealing with it, you know?”
“Yeah.” I wondered where this was going.
“Carl,” he continued, his touch sending shivers up and down my spine. “He was on a vendetta. Couldn’t see past the anger and resentment. Me, I was lost in grief and fear. You were the only one in all of this who had the healthiest response to tragedy.”
“I don’t know about that. I was pretty broken up when Ben died,” I said.
“Yeah, but you didn’t go out plotting revenge like Carl,
