Chapter 323: Grieving, Part 2

When I arrived at Trent's an hour later, he, Jax, Sean, and Wyatt were gone. Whitney had blue and silver balloons and streamers strewn about the living room. A "Happy Birthday" banner hung above the fireplace. She'd had pictures of Trent and Jax framed, and they now sat atop the mantle.

She glanced up at me and frowned. "Spill it," she said. "What's going on?"

I groaned. "Not now, please," I said, dropping my bag to the floor near the front door. "It's something Trent and I need to deal with before I go dragging anyone else into the middle of it."

"Then deal with it," she said, crossing her arms. "Because from what I hear, you've been ignoring him."

"Obviously not. I'm here, aren't I?"

She rolled her eyes. "You know what I mean."

"Fine. I'll deal with it. Tomorrow, because I'm not going to let anything ruin tonight." I grabbed a bag of balloons. "So, what do you need me to do?"