He let out a low, familiar chuckle, one I’d heard a million times. At first, that laugh had killed me. It didn’t sound right because I was used to hearing it mixed with Holt’s. But Chris and Jude had stuck it out, not letting me push them away. They were the ones I called when I couldn’t fix the leak under my sink. Or when I needed furniture moved around that I couldn’t wrestle myself. They checked in on the regular and made sure I always knew I had help if I needed it.
