#Chapter163

Funerals suck

Maggie

The older I get, the more I hate losing people. You never think someone will die until they do. I attended my first funeral in college when Pat’s dad passed away. Since then, I have had to say goodbye to my family and friends.

I sat with the remaining brothers as we stared at Nixon’s casket.

“This is the first time Nixon is at peace,” Nolan said.

We gave Nolan a strange expression.

“I’m uncertain if he was ever at peace.”

“Not when you landed him in the clink,” Nathan said.

“You made a thing of becoming a jailbird, little brother,” Noah said.

“It’s not my...