Morgan POV

Two months had passed, and it was the day for Rivers's burial. He died a month ago. We all wore black as we stood by his grave.

"Rivers, my brother, I remembered how you were," I said.

Tricia stood beside me and held a flower.

Drake and Theresa had come from their college to grace this occasion.

He stepped forward with a flower and placed it on the grave.

Tricia supported me but I couldn't help but feel angry. Why didn't he tell us what was happening to him? If it wasn't ...