We watch them go up the stairs like two lovesick puppy dogs until they disappear down the hallway. I only realize I’m still staring when Tanner blows out a quiet whistle and sucks his teeth. “So, you’re gone then, huh?” he asks, a cocky smirk tipping up the corner of his mouth. “Deader than a fucking doornail, bro,” I reply, not even trying to deny it.
