Chapter 4BRYSON
Bennett’s arm was around my shoulders, effectively holding me up as we exited the funeral home; mom had gone over to where the Mercers were standing. I couldn’t go over there.
“I can’t believe he’s gone,” I whispered.
Bennett squeezed my shoulder, “I know, bro.” He sighed, “I’m proud of you.”
“What for?”
“Your strength, you have a huge heart, Bryson. I know if I had been in your shoes I wouldn’t have even agreed to speak.”
“I owed it to him.”
Bennett looked my way with a small smile on his face, “You’re special, don’t ever forget that. I see that, and Mercer saw it.” I nodded and then something caught my eye.
“My eyes are playing tricks on me.” I squeezed them tight and reopened them, but he was still there. I was certain I was crazy. There was no possible way he co
