Krystal knew a ghost when she saw one, and standing at Sean Mahoney’s burial ceremony, she could see Devon a mere shell instead of the frivolous man she knew. And her heart irrevocably bled for him. She would wonder about the reason later, for the moment she knew she must be there for him.
It’s been almost a month since she’d last seen him, and now the shrunken cheeks, greyish complexion and defeated posture made her regret her stand-offish behavior. Without giving herself time to consider her impulsive action, she spurted in his direction, oblivious to the curious glances her way.
When she reached his level, she did her best not to flinch at the dead expression in the green and blue eyes staring stolidly back at her. Zayn looked like he was about to stop her, but with a sangfroid she wa
