“I’m fine.” Tom huffed out in a gruff voice for what seemed like the thirtieth time that evening. And you read him like a book, though he still wouldn’t open his pages up.

It had been a few months since Nick had left all too early. And at first, it didn’t seem like it really effected Tom too much.

Sure, they were friends, but not like Pete and he were. Nick was his only family besides Carole and Bradley.

But Tom blamed himself. He really did. He was the reason they were caught in that spin.

He couldn’t get over that, either. How could anyone, though? If you were responsible for the death of a friend, you’d probably feel the same.