Karl
I ran a hand down my face, pulling at my cheeks and dragging out my lower lip. I couldn't remember the last time I'd cried, the last time I'd felt this much anguish and pain. My last living family member was gone, leaving a hole in my guts like I'd never imagined.
Gator had died just a few years ago. But, well, Gator had been an asshole. He wasn't half the father to me that Grandpa was. I don't even think I cried over Gator, to be honest. Maybe I did, once, when I was alone. But it was just a few tears shed after a bottle of Jack had worn my defenses down.
But now, as I stared down at the demolished face of my grandpa and simply nodded to identify him for the FBI, I realized what Jassy had been feeling for all these weeks.
I turned around and walked back outside to rejoin Jassy.
