"Why didn't you- why didn't you call me for the funeral?" She questioned, wiping away her tears as seemed to sink into the couch. I stared at the wall, why didn't I call her?.

"Do you want the truth?" I asked, swallowing back my grief. I knew telling her truth would hurt her.

"Of course" She replied, her voice still breaking from crying moments ago.

"I hadn't spoken to you in months, I just didn't think you cared enough anymore. I also didn't want to drag you into our mess. I couldn't just ring you up and say Avery had died. I couldn't make you just stop your life for...