Chapter 87

Charity

"How has Drew been handling it?" Denise asks as we sit on her screened-in porch. I have my laptop with me because I truly intended to work, but now that we're talking, I'm not sure I can concentrate on what I need to. "He doesn't talk to me. Not about this, and I won't ask Liam. I don't want to break any of the trust they have in each other. If I do get up the courage to ask Drew, he just smiles and says there's nothing for me to worry about. Which pisses me off. Of course there's shit for me to worry about."

Mandy has been the only person I've really been able to discuss things with, and even then I haven't told her much. I don't want her to get involved, and there's no way for me to know what Dalton's told her.

"Not great," I admit. "He's not sleeping well, he's having dreams, and he's losing weight. I think he's spending more time inside his head than he has since we were in high school."

She takes a drink of her sweet tea. Her hair is beginning to show signs of agin