"It's time," Derek said with a solemn look on his face, gently touching my shoulder.
I nodded, reaching for Timmy's hand, hating that Timmy had to witness this, but he was still young enough not to know what was happening.
Brolin, Trevor and David had just finished digging Brittany's grave. It was hard to believe that Brittany was gone, having died to save us all. And she did it by not taking a life. She was perhaps the bravest of us all. None of us had gotten much sleep after Brittany died, especially Markesha. She spent most of the afternoon crying as Lisa consoled her.
Derek let Timmy and I go outside first, and then followed staying close behind. Brandon followed us silently, taking in every move that Derek and I made.
I was going to have to have a talk with him.