Chapter 25
Hunter and I nurse the golden liquor awkwardly. I’ve never been one for alcohol, but I needed to ease my anxiety. Hunter takes another expert sip and pours another. “So look,” I start “I’m sorry about leaving you all behind. I’d gone through so much in there and I just… I felt it would be better to spare you all the details and just let you deal with your loss,” Hunter gives me a sympathetic smile. “It was your loss too. Not just ours and yes you’re right, we don’t know what you had to go through or even if you’d seen it happen but we could have mourned together,” he says. “I was there,” I say. “I saw it happen.” Hunters eyes grow wide. “You… you were?” he stammers. “No offence Hunter, but we couldn’t possibly have mourned together. You might have known Jessie your whole life but Je
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