"Yeah, no shit," I said, huffing out a laugh. It wasn't so hard for me this time, but I was a fucking mess Halloween before last. I didn't feel guilty for killing some asshole who'd tried to kill me, but that sure as shit didn't mean I felt nothing.

Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the little baggy of weed and tin of rolling papers I kept there. I gestured to a sandy down on the beach and asked, "Wanna go smoke up?"