“You all really need t-to come up with a better s-slogan,” I slur. “I’m so sorry for your loss. Your family is in my prayers. We’re thinking about you during this difficult time. For fuck’s s-sake, who came up with those?” I shout, stumbling backward. Gary reaches out and takes my hand, but I can tell by his flared nostrils that he’s pissed off. Good. “I broke things too, kid. But you’ll soon find out that while it can feel good to break something, it doesn’t make up for the broken heart you get when you lose someone.”
