"Maybe eventually," Annie agreed, wrapping her arm across his back and leaning in against him a little. If getting the coroner's report from work was what he needed to process whatever feelings he had about his dad's death, Annie was all for it. "Do you want, like, a glass of water, maybe?" A pause. "Something stronger?"

She knew what to do when someone who wasn't an abusive, confusing mess died. This was trickier.