I floor it once as I pass the lights and feel the salty sea air clinging to my skin. I breathe in deeply, letting it fill my body. I hope I’m doing the right thing, and not dumping more shit on my friend's widow. I head toward Katie's place, hoping to find her alone. It feels wrong to have this conversation over the phone. My gut instinct says I shouldn’t attend Seth’s funeral or burial, but I need to say goodbye. I need to see the casket lower into the ground and read the headstone. It still feels like he’s alive and about to walk through the door at any second. I need closure, but I can’t take it at Katie’s expense. I promised Seth I’d watch out for her and I will.When I’m closer to her apartment, I voice-dial her phone number. Katie picks up on the second ring. “Hey, Scotty. What’s up?” Her voice sounds so somber and not bouncy like it usually is.“I’m headed your way. We need to talk, and I prefer to do it in person. Are you home?”“Psh, yeah. Where else would I be?”“Okay, I’ll be there in a little bit.”“Sure.
