CHAPTER 34

Sutton The last thing I ever expected was Max showing up at the funeral. He wasn’t one for church any more than I was. And now that he was there, I wasn’t about to let him get away. I needed answers, and it was time he gave them to me. After my impromptu speech, instead of sitting, I walked to the back of the room, grabbing Max by the elbow and proceeding to drag him into the churchyard. “Shit, Sutton, you wrinkled my shirt!” I gave him a look. This was the same shirt that he...