His words stopped me cold.
For a moment, I thought I had heard him wrong.
The funeral was almost over. Most of the guests had already left, leaving behind quiet conversations, flowers, and the heavy silence that follows saying goodbye to someone who was once a huge part of your life.
Troy’s father, Walter, held onto the back of a chair to steady himself. His eyes were red, and his voice was unsteady.
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