The drive back to Chloe’s apartment was quiet. Declan couldn’t make sense of the emotions swirling inside him and it left him feeling off-kilter. He had met Caitlyn, had spent time with her, and had liked her a great deal, but surely grief was reserved for those closest to her. Surely her death shouldn’t have such a profound impact on him… except that somehow it did. He’d never had anyone really close to him die. His grandparents of course, but it wasn’t the same when he’d known they’d lived long and fulfilled lives. Caitlyn hadn’t even begun to live hers. It made him question his own life and what the...