CHAPTER 8
The next morning, at the bank, Nick had the most terrible time concentrating. He kept picturing Breanne in his mind the way he’d last seen her, eyes red, misery bleeding from her.
It says something about our relationship that she asked me to share the painful experience with her, knowing how brutal it was going to be. It surprised him, despite how naturally their relationship had developed up to this point. In some ways, grief is the most intimate thing two people can share.
He remembered suddenly that before the phone call, she had been asking for a deeper connection anyway. Nick was relatively cautious about such things. The shock of discovering he was about to become a father at nineteen had cured him of the lure of casual s*x for good. Only committed girlfriends, and only
