“Sorry,” Abby says again, wiping her eyes as she looks around the room sheepishly. “None of you signed up for this shit today.” “You’re fine,” Jack tells her, waving her off. “Our parents are totally dead. We get it.” I throw a pillow at him. “Jack!” “What?” He ducks out of the way, looking genuinely confused by my outburst, which, of course he does. “I was commiserating!”

