Riley sat at the table, numb to the news he had just heard. He let the word “missing” play over and over in his head. Then it hit his weak, tired mind: Luis wasn’t missing; he was dead, probably because he was living so close to Riley on the lake. Even though he knew that his friend must be dead, he couldn’t accept it.
Jonathan reappeared in the kitchen and took a chair across from Riley after refilling his cup. He didn’t look at Riley. He just sat there as if waiting to be reprimanded for his shortcomings. It was almost as if he could feel Riley’s eyes boring into him, and the question he was about to ask weighed heavy in the air. Jonathan could taste the sarcasm coming from it.
“What went wrong?” Riley asked.
Jonathan said nothing, letting the silence in the room become almost deafeni
