Olivia
The sun was hanging high in the sky by the time Nathan and I veered away from the park. Alvin’s statue loomed in the center, and I couldn’t fully pull my eyes away.
“I can’t believe you did that,” I murmured as we pushed Elliot and Aurora in their stroller, still dressed in our funeral clothes. “That was a really sweet gesture, Nathan.”
Nathan offered me a small smile and gave my hand a squeeze. “I couldn’t just bury him and be done with it,” he said quietly. “At the end of the day, he was our best friend.”
I paused to look at him. His face had brightened ever so slightly, as though a slight weight had been lifted from his shoulders now that the funeral was over. But there was still that faraway look in his eyes, and I knew that it would be a long time before either of us healed
