“Not that it’s any of my business,” Brad spoke softly, “but you don’t stop loving someone because of something like that. Friendship is sacred. I have many friends in prison and we’re still tight.”
Like he somehow knew what I was thinking. Anderson and I, we’d known each other for years, shared so many experiences, made so many memories together. That wasn’t undone or erased by his actions. It complicated things, screwed things up and confused me, but those good things couldn’t be taken from me.
“Somewhere along the way he stopped believing,” I whispered, my voice being hoarse, “and I am so sick of people turning these tragedies into all sorts of p********a when they neglect to actually look at what’s going on around them!”
“What are you going to do about it?”
“I don’t know.”
I was em
