Our eyes locked on one another. He smiled, but it was weak, the same kind he had offered back in my apartment when he’d told me he couldn’t feel love.
“Way to go, Reed! You ready?”
I couldn’t force my gaze back upon Oliver. I couldn’t find reality, but just the fantasy of Mathias and me, the two of us together as a couple in Brazil. That was shattered now.
“Reed.” Devon nudged me, so I finally looked away from the back of the room. My brother didn’t. “What about Mathias?”
“What about him?”
“Did they say his name?”
“No.”
“How come?”
“He…um…”
“He can’t go?”
“No.”
“Okay, guys.” The director actually waved a hand in front of us. “Your friends and family are going to jump in there with you if we don’t get this recorded. You ready?”
Devon was still looking at me. “Yeah. Okay,” I said
