“Did he leave?” Hunter asked.
“Yes.” Dimas hugged Hunter. “I’m sorry babe, about your stepdad.”
“I feel like my whole world is on fire. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do next. Where do I go from here?”
“That’s easy, babe. You live with me. You take it one day at a time. I’m here for you. You know that, right?”
Hunter didn’t say anything for a moment, and it worried Dimas. “I do,” he finally said. He faced Dimas, and they kissed. “Are they releasing his body? I have to make funeral plans. I think he’ll want to be cremated like my Mom. Maybe just a memorial service. I don’t know what to do. I really don’t.”
“When your mother passed, what did the two of you do?”
“We went to a funeral home. I think they did all the arrangements.” Hunter became silent again. “Will you go with me?”
“Of course,” Dimas said. He stroked Dimas’ hair. “The deputy asked if we were checking out tomorrow. I told him about our plans to go to Miami. But we’ll go check out the funeral home tomorrow.”