The smell of lilies filled the air and Moonlight Sonata played over the sound system. I followed the notes in my head, so that I didn’t have to think about anything else. It seemed lately that thinking only made me angry, so I’d been doing my best to avoid doing too much of it. The others had already left. I should have gone as well and been at his family’s house consoling them, the way a good friend would. But I couldn’t face them.
My best friend, Edward Allan Cooper, was dead, and I was responsible. We had been friends for over twenty years. And now he was gone. Now there would be nothing left for Jennifer and me to fight about. Except that Eddie might still be alive if it weren’t for us.
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