* William’s POV *
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal.
I stand here, at the funeral of Rio, and yet it doesn’t feel real. None of this does, and I’m left to wonder if it’s all just a dream, and I’m going to wake up soon and find that everything which happened in the last few days was a figment of my imagination.
The weight of his loss is overwhelming, and I find myself struggling to come to terms with the fact that he is gone. Rio was more than just a driver to me, he was a trusted companion, a confidant, and almost like a brother. He always had a smile on his face and a kind word to offer, no matter what life threw at us.
I remember the first time I met Rio, he was just a young man looking for work. I was struck by his determination and his infectious personality, and I knew ri
