Chapter 44

PEOPLE ASK A LOT OF questions at times like these and they call a lot too. I don’t understand why because it’s the worst time to ask questions and call. I don’t want to talk to someone I haven’t spoken to in months or years. I don’t want to see messages on my Facebook from people I don’t even remember where I know them from. I don’t want to talk about how I’m feeling. I don’t want to do anything.

I wonder if she bought this suit so that I’d have something halfway decent to wear to her funeral. Is it ironic to wear, what’s technically my wedding suit, to my wife’s funeral? I don’t want to wear this. I don’t want to put on the shoes she bought for me and I don’t want to walk out of that door and see her like that again. So... still

“Theo.” Shaina’s voice carries through the apartment. Alex stands behind her. They’ve both got dark circles under their eyes. Shaina isn’t her usual dressed up self. Her hair is twisted into an acceptable bun.