68 Chapter 68

It was almost painful to listen to Cadence speak. She grabbed a throw pillow and squeezed it, and I thought it might actually burst. I expected to see tears, but there weren't any. I decided to change the subject.

"What about your other friends?" I asked, shifting around so that I was on my hip now, facing her. "What about Meagan, Hannah, those other people I met at the funeral?" I wasn't sure if I should say the word funeral, or if I should rattle off the names of her friends like I'd been searching online for information about them for the last several weeks, so I tried to keep it nonchalant.