“Colton tried to kill himself.”
Caden and I were in his bed. The dawn was just sneaking through the bedroom window. It trickled through the c***k in his curtains, and we’d just gotten to his place. I’d thought Caden would fall asleep right away, but I knew now I wasn’t alone in laying here, staring at the ceiling.
His words struck me deep, where only memories of my mom resided.
“Caden.” I looked at him, my head rolling over on the pillow. He was staring up, like I had been, and I had no other words. I reached for his hand, linking our fingers together. “I’m sorry.” My voice was a whisper.
“He was in a fight two years ago. A stupid f*****g fight,” he said. His fingers curled around mine. “Colton was on the Ivy League track. Not me. Not Marcus. It was Colton who wanted to be in this frat
