Sander used vulgarities at the top of his lungs, shaking his head. “Motherfucker! Goddam f*****g sonofabitch! This is all wrong! f*****g wrong! We don’t lose one of our own! We can’t lose him!” He banged his palm against the steering wheel a number of times, outraged and on fire. Sweat dripped off his forehead and flew against the inside surface of the windshield.
Three miles away from Sally’s Diner, Sander finally started to calm down.
“He’s dead,” I whispered, broken, feeling my heart race.
A hollow spot had already formed inside my chest. It would be there for what felt like forever. A part of me would never forget Lewis, and my love for the man would never dissipate. I truly loved the man, with and without his sinning when we were together. I would always deeply care about Lewis, no
