I slump into the chair, not feeling, not seeing, not thinking. I'm in actual pain and everything is suddenly grey.
"What the hell is happening?" Meg quizzes but no one answers. She wraps an arm around my shoulders and forces me to look at her. Silent tears are running down my cheeks and I'm totally numb.
"Shane is dead?"
I nod.
"You heard the doctor."
Pure horror and disbelief crosses her face.
"How? What happened?"
"He was shot by a gunman."
Bran just shakes his head.
"I'll go and bail Jesse out. We'll pick you guys on the way back."
I don't say anything. I want solitude right now. I'm yet to accept that I won't be seeing Shane again; that i won't be hearing his addictive laughter anymore; that I'm not going to sit down and talk to him again. Ever.
That s**t hurts like a
