You put your head in your hands and breathe deeply. How where you going to tell him? You had gotten the phone call today.

You were actually close to Soda. Danny played with Grace and Logan all the time. You couldn’t even begin to imagine how they felt.

You hear the front door open. Darry was início now. You take another deep breath, and sit at the cozinha table.

Just breathe.

He walks into the kitchen. “Hey babe, what’s wrong?” He asks, setting down his wallet and keys.

You swallow. “I got a call.” Is all you manage to say.

“About?” He asks, eyebrows raised.

“Soda’s dead.” You blurt out.

The look on Darry’s face would haunt your memory for the rest of your life.

He just sat down on the floor in pure shock, mouth open, eyes wide.