When Brett arrived at the airport in Vancouver he tried to call and text Rylan to let him know the itinerary for his return with Celia’s body. There’d be a memorial service the following week.
Rylan offered only brief answers to Brett’s communications and he didn’t initiate any. Brett convinced himself it was because Rylan was too busy getting his kids through the competition and back again. He reminded himself how hectic and utterly exhausting those things were.
Brett arrived home in the evening to a dark house, other than a glow from the television. He flipped on lights as he walked through, Row padding along beside him. The sounds from the television weren’t froma movie or show, it was audio from the tribute performance for Celia.
Brett’s heart sank.