Chapter 384

DRAKE Fuck. Why is she hugging him? Why is she letting him touch her? More to the point, why am I skulking here across the street, hiding behind an old SUV and watching it happen? Why aren’t I striding over there and punching the asshat in the face? Because, I tell myself, that would make me the asshat. I left work early, knowing how hard this was going to be for her. Going through Mom’s things was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do in my life—divvying them up between us as keepsakes, the unexpected kick in the nuts that came from the smell of her perfume lingering on her clothes. Things are just things, stuff is just stuff, until they become more. Until they are memories, precious reminders of what you’ve lost. Amelia said she wanted to do this alone, but I knew better. Or at least I thought I did. Turns out she’s not alone anyway. She’s standing there on the front step, wrapped up in Chad and accompanied by Emily Gregor and a woman I assume is the famous Kimmy Park. All th