Marty was my best friend from third grade. Julie met him when he was in his final year of University. They began dating, they moved in together.
We all got good jobs. I lived in walking distance of their apartment, which was virtually my second home.
Marty asked Julie to marry him, she said yes. They were planning the wedding when he died.
Marty didn’t die. Marty was murdered.
I think it was about two hours after the murder my cell rang.
I was having some insane time in some club I’ve never been back to. I couldn’t hear exactly what I was being told, had to move outside.
Standing on the sidewalk I was told. I don’t know how long I stood there.
Then I went to find Julie.