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“You’ve needed one for years,” Sadie said.

Sara pointed at her. “You once told me funerals are basically forced family reunions.”

I laughed. “So messed up.”

“They are,” Sadie insisted.

“That’s not normal.”

“It’s accurate.”

I smiled into my drink. I liked that about Sadie.

She didn’t make things prettier because people preferred them that way.

She didn’t handle damaged people with kid gloves.

She also occasionally said things that made me wonder how she’d survived this long without someone throwing holy water on her.

Micah dropped into the chair across from me. “I heard Max’s still gone.”

“Apparently there’s a newsletter.”

“There should be.” He stole one of my fries.

I slapped his hand. “Get your own.”

“I’m growing.”

“So grow somewhere else.” I contradicted myself by dumping half my fries onto his tray.

“You okay?” There was nothing casual about the question.

I knew what he meant. Not Max. Last night. I shrugged. “I’m fine.”

He watched me.

I narrowed my eyes. “Don’t.”

His mouth twitched. “Didn’t say anything.”

“Good.”

He took two more fries. I rolled my eyes at him.

Ruckus joined us a few minutes later, dropping into the seat beside Micah.

No Chief. No Clayton. No Rook.

That was probably good. I didn’t feel like dealing with any of them.

Especially Clayton. Especially Chief.

Basically all the older Bishop brothers were currently banned from my emotional life.

Ruckus looked at my tray. “You eating that?”

Sadie looked between Micah and Ruckus. “Where’s Clayton?”