“I’m glad to see you too, Van.” I pull her into another hug, this one shorter than the first. “God, I’m so fucking sorry.” “Chris, you don’t have to keep apologizing. Everybody deals with this shit differently.” “Yeah, but I didn’t deal at all. I just checked out, left you to deal with everything on your own.” She shakes her head, tucking one of her wavy locs back behind her ear. “Everything was exactly how it was supposed to be. She wouldn’t have wanted you to remember her like that anyway. She didn’t want to be another ghost living in your head.”
