Chloe reached over to the console and took his hand in hers. It jolted him out of his spiral.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked softly.

“Nothing,” he lied, not willing to burden her with his feelings of futility. “You?”

She sighed and looked out the window of the car. “I was just thinking of how I can honor Caitlyn’s memory,” she said. “Caitlyn was such a special girl with such a big heart and I feel like I want to somehow immortalize her.” She ...