Chapter 1757

Sunlight stung. Marion sat by her, sleepless.

"Where is Andrew?" she croaked.

Silence answered.

Drake, Erica, and Randy were also there, but no one spoke.

"Marion?" she insisted, her voice shaky.

He couldn't meet her eyes. She turned to Erica, who looked crushed despite her front.

"Erica?"

"I..."

Randy stammered, "Why don't you get more rest first?"

"He's in the morgue," Drake cut in. "Wanna go and see him?" This update is available on fιɴdnοvel.net

The air froze.

The rims of her eyes reddened. She turned away, choking down her tears. "No."

"He passed last night," Drake said. "One hour till they cremate him. Last chance."

"I said no." She'd never lost it like this.

She pounded the bed, venting raw grief. Marion wanted to hold her and comfort her, but he knew she needed space.

"Let's go," he said, standing up.

Erica hesitated before leaving with Randy's help. Drake glanced back and walked out as well.

Once alone, Debra's tears broke free. She screamed, wailed, and trashed the room.

When Jordan came in, it was chaos. He hadn't slept all night, his eyes bloodshot.

He sat beside her on the floor and leaned against the bed. His pain was no less than hers.

"From Fermin," he said, handing her a pink box.

She found it familiar, then remembered it was made by Andrew when they were kids.

Inside lay a folded drawing. She opened it to see a girl holding a taller boy's hand. It was her doodle.

She had wanted to stay with him forever. He had been her rock.

"Go see him," Jordan said. "It will settle things. He knew this day was coming. Thought if you didn't remember, you wouldn't hurt. Worked till that crash brought it all back."