Page 55 of Crashing Together

Addi isn’t in here either, and the shop is empty. I park my ass on the couch and grab the pillow, punching the shit out of it.

Finn and Addi. What in the fuck?

Why? Why?

I punch the pillow harder, blow after blow giving me no relief.

Did Cole tell you how he killed his girlfriend?

I didn’t fucking kill her.

She killed herself.

And I still blame myself for it every fucking day.