Meeting your late brother’s old best friend for dinner would’ve seemed strange to you a week ago, but then again nothing seemed normal now that he was dead. This was the least of your worries.

You drank a bit too much during the meal. Evident now as you and Will walked out into the dark parking lot to your car. As you took your keys out Will’s eyebrows furrowed in concern. “You sure you’re gonna be okay driving home?”

You waved him off, clearly inebriated. He sighed and gently took the keys from you. “Hey, hey, let me drive you home okay? Please?”