[Leo’s POV]
The preparations for Darlene’s sendoff go by in a blur. From writing her obituary to planning her service and then the small funeral that was held for the few friends that Darlene had.
During that time, Rue seems to slowly become nothing more than a shell of the woman that she used to be, and that leaves me feeling uneasy.
At night, I would wake to find her walking about the house aimlessly, with a hollow look in her eyes and a nervous energy similar to the night Darlene died and she tried to step out into that busy street.
Because of that, I made it a habit to sleep in the living room so that Rue couldn’t go out without me noticing.
On those nights I would wake up to find Rue curled up in the chair beside me, like just being near me was enough to help calm her so that she
