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I leaned my head on said brother’s shoulder and felt everyone fill in beside me.
The pastor mom had asked to say some words about Addison started to speak, and I closed my eyes as I thought about how I would spend the rest of my life missing a piece of my heart.
The funeral was fairly quick.
With so few people, and Addison not being super religious, we’d wanted to be respectful of her faith as well as what she always wanted after her death.
By the time the pastor finished—not once quoting any scriptures or giving any Jesus talks—I was left feeling depleted.
“Shove over, please,” Shayne said.
I peeled my head off of Quincy’s shoulder and stared at Shayne who forced her way into the small space between the pew’s end and Quinn.
Quinn didn’t balk, giving her the space so Shayne could get to me.
The moment she sat down, her arms were around my shoulders, and we were crying with one another.
A long time ago, when I’d found Shayne as a best friend, Addison had been hurt. But eventually, Addison had found her own friends as well, understanding that we didn’t need to be the only one there for the other one hundred percent of the time.
We’d matured a lot, and though Shayne was always friendly with Addison, she wasn’t Addison’s best friend like she was mine.
And I was so thankful that I’d reached out and spread my wings, because I would be a whole lot more debilitated right now if it wasn’t for her.
“What’s next?” I heard Shayne ask.
I turned slightly to see Shayne asking Quinn.
For once, being civil to each other.
Miracles did happen…
“We go home.” Quinn shrugged.
“Actually, I have to go back to Addison’s after this.” I looked at Shayne. “You want to come with?”
Shayne was already nodding. “I just have to tell my brother that I don’t need a ride. My truck is having issues starting.”
I felt the entire pew stiffen.
Shayne’s brother, Costas, was here.
Personally, I loved Costas.
I knew he did bad things.
But it wasn’t like I was going to hate him based solely on the stupid shit he did.
I mean, my brothers probably wanted me to, but this world wasn’t as black and white as they liked to pretend that it was.
“Mom,” I said softly, wiping my tears. “What’s the plan for tonight? Dinner still?”
“Yes, seven.” She stood up, wincing slightly.
My dad stood up beside her and threw his arm around her shoulder.
The two of them looked at me for a long moment before saying, “Do you have something you want to tell us?”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
