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Chapter Twelve

Coen--­November 5, 2010

HUDSON AND I stood back behind Saco for almost an hour after everyone had left the cemetery The ser­vice had been short, and painfully heartbreaking, but nothing could compare as atched the world’s s like it No words to describe it

Olivia screa that Brody was a murderer had only served to have her hauled off by her father, and to have Brody collapse on hirief consumed him

Never in my life had I wanted to hit a wo forward, I put a hand on Saco’s shoulder, and waited to see if he would respond He didn’t He stood there, still as stone, staring at the fresh mound of dirt

"This wasn’t your fault," I told hi you could have--­"

"Don’t let theone tomorrow Be with them, enjoy them, love them while they’re here"

I nodded but didn’t respond I didn’t want to talk about Reagan and Parker with hirave I didn’t want to talk about what I’d throay, and was trying so hard to get back, when the person he loved one

Instead, I took a step back, knowing he wasn’t ready to leave this place yet Glancing at Hudson, he gave me a look and I nodded We’d have to take Saco frorieving, but he needed to do it away from where he looked like he was about to lie down and never leave

I’d called Reagan at least a dozen times a day every day since I’d shown up at Hudson’s place, but she’d never once picked up Hudson had even letup the second she heard my voice And every tiood

After I told Hudson about the call from Saco and the story about my client’s relationship, and how those conversations had started the worries and insecurities that had snowballed out of control into ent down in Reagan’s apartot out of the airport in Oregon, but he’d understood He knew I’d et them back But there was only so ht now, Hudson and I needed to be there for our brother

Reagan--­November 7, 2010

MY BODY STIFFENED when I feltover to where Parker was playing with my dad, I pulled the phone out and locked my jahen Coen’s name, and a picture of the two of us flashed on the screen