“How much were the funeral costs?” “What?” “My parents died.” All three of them now. “There was an accident. The car would’ve needed to be towed. The funeral costs. Coffins. The burial sites. Headstones. You said you covered my costs, but what about those?” “I meant everything.” A soft curse under his breath. “Dusty, you don’t need to worry about that.” I looked at him, really looked at him. So much was weighing on him. He’d taken all of my shit on without a second thought to what exactly that entailed. Why? We hated each other.
