Lydia
What had started as a sweet date has ended in a disaster. There is unhappiness and gloom all around.
Avery and I have dug a hole under a great oak where we will bury Cero. I'm sad that Avery lost his dog. I didn't know Cero that well, but he seemed like a good boy.
I shoot Avery a glance.
He stares down at the tarpaulin with haunted eyes, yet he isn't shedding any tears. It must be because most men think that crying is for the weak, and I'm sure Avery shares the same beliefs.
Still, I wish he would speak to me because it's obvious he is in pain. It's not healthy to bottle up one's emotions.
I place my hand on his back. Avery jerks away from my touch and turns to face me. I lower my hand to my chest.
"I'm sorry for what happened to Cero," I say in a heartfelt voice, hoping
