“It’s not fair,” I say quietly. Because it’s not. It isn’t fair that Greyson died. It isn’t fair that Ronan’s seen more than his share of trauma. And it isn’t fair that Dakota has lived more than his share of trauma. But, as the music plays around us, I realize that it also isn’t fair that I’ve found the best men to be by my side. I don’t deserve them, and yet here they are.
