“They’re my people. Kinder than anyone,” he said into my shoulder. “Chandra didn’t deserve . . .” He wheezed and sobbed. I glanced angrily at Anthony. “What is wrong with you?” “I didn’t think he’d miss one,” he whispered. “Seriously?” I asked, frowning. Not for the first time, I wondered just how much the five years alone had eroded our social skills.
