"I'm going to call and let them know they can come now." Armen walks to the kitchen.
Dante sits on the couch with me. "What is going on? I know something is wrong."
"I thought I had a friend. I was wrong. I'm trying to move on."
Someone knocks on the door, and I nearly jump into his lap. Then I get up and open it. "Hi, Brock."
"Everett here?"
"No. You're here more than he is. I'm not even cooking yet. Dinner will be very late."
"You ok?"
"People need to stop asking me that." I slam the door in his face.
The next knock comes from the police. They talk to me for an hour about that night. Armen and Dante don't move from the room. I tell the cops I went to bed and slept all night 84 times.
The cop stands up and shakes their hands. "We're going to close the case. It's being ruled as el
