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hate. In them I can clearly see his worry for me. He wasn’t expecting me to lose it moments ago, but more importantly I see the guilt, the apology that lies just below the surface, looming, hoping that I’ll make this easier on him and show him some kindness.
    The problem is I don’t think that I’m capable of it. No…I know I’m not. I do not have it in me to show him anything but my true feelings. He’s the living breathing reason why my husband is dead, why I’m a widow at only twenty-six years old. The best man at our wedding who ended up being the catalyst for tragedy.
    “I’m fine,” I say, hearing the sound of my own anger laced with my weak attempt at trying to sound unaffected.
    “We’re drawing a crowd here Ev. Let me at least help you to the car.”
    I push his hand off of me and quickly turn to close the trunk. The lightheaded feeling returns and I wobble slightly. Luca’s arm goes around my waist helping to steady me.
    “Look, I know you hate me, but I’m only trying to help. I wouldn’t have stopped at all if I’d have known this is how you’d react.”
    He can’t be serious; did he think I would greet him with open arms? “How the fuck did you think I would react?” I reply, my eyes nearly bulging out of my head. “You know what? Get away from me.” I try in vain to wriggle out of his grasp. I can almost feel my skin burning at his touch; I don’t like to be touched at all anymore but especially not by him.
    He says nothing at first, just releases a frustrated sigh and stares at me. He shakes his head after a while and shrugs. “I guess I’d hoped that time might have lessened the anger you feel toward me. I see that that wasn’t the case.”
    He forcefully leads me to the passenger side of my car and helps me in, holding onto me until I’m fully seated.
    “What are you doing?” I look up at him through still hazy vision.
    “I’m taking you home. I can’t just let you drive like this.”
    “Yes you can. I’ll be fine. Turn around, walk away, and leave me the hell alone.”
    He gives me a curt nod and lets out yet another sigh of frustration. “Okay Ev, I’ll do all of those things as soon as I make sure that you’re safe at home.”
    I shake my head and scowl at him. “I’m not giving you my keys Luca, so you can just give up now,” I say, feeling especially satisfied with myself. Like hell I’m going anywhere with him, even if I did just freak out.
    He grins down at me for a moment looking almost smug before opening the palm of his hands. “You mean these keys? Yeah, I picked them up after you dropped them during your little incident back there.”
    I open my mouth to respond, but he shuts my door before I can get a word out. He’s in the drivers seat and backing out of the parking spot before I can protest at all.
    A patch of dark clouds roll in, effectively blocking out the sunlight, and I zone out during the drive home, letting my mind drift off so that I don’t have to think about the fact that I’m sitting next to the one person I’ve focused on hating for so long. I let myself zone out so that I don’t have to participate in any meaningless conversation or forced niceties. I try to fight against the memories that linger under the surface when Luca is around. I try but I can’t stop myself from thinking back four years ago, to the moments after I realized my life had been irrevocably changed.
    Luca came to see me almost immediately after I learned Tyler was gone. My parents had just driven me home from the hospital when the knock came on the front door.
    “Everly,” he said on a whisper, his bloodshot eyes full of tears.
    “Everly I’m so sorry.”
    He looked distraught, disheveled, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d have thought that he was in as much pain as I was. I couldn’t think of that though, couldn’t let myself sympathize with his grief when my own was so consuming. My body trembled at the sight of him, a mixture of anger and