Fred's POV

Living next door to Harry used to feel like a blessing.

When we first bought the houses, side by side, it felt symbolic. Two men who built their lives together. Two families meant to grow alongside one another. Our children running back and forth between yards. Barbecues on alternating weekends. Late night conversations on adjoining porches with a bottle between us.

Now it felt like a punishment.

Because no matter how hard I tried, no matter how often I told myself to keep my ...