Chapter 38
MAGGIE
Bronwyn’s family, who had moved away from Hillstone a few years ago, appeared in Vegas and took her. They were having the funeral and burying her somewhere in South Carolina, so they could be close to her. I wouldn’t be able to attend. I wouldn’t be able to say goodbye.
They took her things, leaving behind the furniture, the dishes, the photographs on the walls. And me.
I wanted to go home. The apartment without Bronwyn was unbearable. I wanted to see my parents and have Christmas and forget about everything else. But before I could do that, I had to see Nico. Bronwyn would want me to.
It took five minutes of incessant knocking before he finally answered.
“What?” he slurred. His eyes were bloodshot, his face pale and gaunt. He smelled like I felt. I glanced behind h
