Mickey’s world didn’t come to an end the night Delaney died, but it did slow to a crawl through a dark tunnel that seemed like it would never end. He went to work. He put on his dress blues and went to his funeral. Through a fog of guilt, he saw Luci look at him, but he couldn’t make himself walk to her, so he turned and walked away again.
It wasn’t her fault Delaney was dead. He wanted to tell her that, but then he’d have to admit whose fault it really was. His. Only his. He let himself get distracted and a good man, his best friend in the world, was dead. Gone.
It wasn’t real.
It was too real.
He couldn’t deal with it, so he dealt with it by getting busy and moving so fast he didn’t have time to think or feel. But he couldn’t move fast enough to get away from Eddie’s wedding.
He sto
