Dylan’s POV
The drive home from the funeral was silent. Ally was looking out the window. There was something about her that has changed, and I didn’t know what. Before the funeral, she was almost like a shadow of herself, and now? Now she had this look in her eyes. A look that I haven’t seen before.
“Are you okay?” I asked Ally as soon as we stepped foot in the house.
“I’m… not, but I will be,” she sighed. “I just want to be alone right now if that is okay,” she asked
“Of course, it’s okay,” I said as I bend down and kissed her. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do.”
“I will,” she said with a weak smile.
I watched as she slowly made her way upstairs. It was easy to tell that she had lost weight. I haven’t been home since that day, but Brody and my mom have kept me updated
