Marcus’ POV
I grip Rory’s hand tightly, desperate for some kind of physical contact after pouring out my heart to the woman beside me. I hadn’t meant to, I never talk about Matty, not to anyone, it’s just to painful, even after all these years. When Matty died, he didn’t just take himself, he took pieces of me and my parents with him. Mum and Dad tried to hold on, support each other, but their grief was to much and they ended up divorced a few years later.
I was drafted to the NHL straight out of college, and it gave me an excuse, a reason to not head home, back to my parents, back to the big empty hole in our fractured family. Even though our old house is sold and my parents each have a new home, Matty is still there, his memory haunting me every time I set foot in the place that I grew
