I still think about the moment Theo entered the funeral.
The staring.
The whispers.
My own suspicion.
Daniel standing up.
For several minutes, almost every adult in that room thought we understood what we were looking at.
We didn’t.
We saw a teenager in a red dress at his best friend’s funeral and invented reasons before he had said a word.
Theo knew that would happen.
Jack knew it too.
He had predicted it six months earlier.