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she was gone. Sorting through her things was going to be a difficult task, and he wasn’t going to ask Liam or Braxton to help. The last thing he needed was for either of his brothers to see him break down.
    Because, of all four siblings, Zach had been closest to Chelsea. She always knew what to say, when to say it. She didn’t let him mope or start to slip into self-pity over his past. She’d plunk right down on the window seat in his room and lay it out there. She’d been so wise as a teen, when she’d tell him the greatest days of his life were happening right now. The Monroes were the parents she’d always dreamed of, and if he was going to keep reflecting back on his past, he was stealing the joy from now.
    Damn, she’d been right. And after their heart-to-heart talk, which always left him feeling stupid and ungrateful, she would either whip up a batch of cookies or ask if he wanted to head out on the dirt bikes. You just never knew what her mind would think up for fun. Chelsea was certainly not a predictable woman. But she was loyal and she’d loved with her whole heart.
    There was no doubt in Zach’s mind he’d not be able to get through her apartment without losing it. And with his unstable emotions now, he preferred not to have an audience.
    He’d only broken down three times in his life: when each of his parents had passed, and when he turned Sophie away that first time she came to visit him in jail.
    With Chelsea gone he was due for another, and he just preferred to be alone . . . like always.
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    Filtering through the clothes in Chelsea’s closet was both painful and amusing. Sophie slid the hangers one after another across the bar, remembering different events with nearly each piece. Like the black halter dress Chelsea had deemed sexy and sure to get her a man. Too bad that when Chelsea set her eyes on the guy lounging at the bar, she’d made her way to him and fallen flat on her face, taking a waiter and a tray of drinks down with her. By the time she’d gotten to her feet, the man was gone and Sophie had nearly doubled over with belly-cramping laughter.
    Sophie slid her hand over the shoulder of the purple sweater that she’d bought for Chelsea’s last birthday. Seemed so silly now to look at the knitted garment. Sophie knew how much her friend loved purple and had bought the cardigan without hesitation. Had Sophie only known that was going to be Chelsea’s last birthday, she would’ve bought something a hell of a lot more special than a useless, boring sweater.
    She carefully slid the sweater from the hanger and folded it on the bed, next to some photos of them as teens and adults, as well as a pencil sketch of the Eiffel Tower Chelsea had framed and hung in her bedroom.
    Sophie had been coming here on occasion since Chelsea’s death to feel closer to her late friend. She and Chelsea had keys to each other’s places because they often shared clothes. Not to mention the fact Chelsea had locked herself out multiple times. On the third time, she’d gotten Sophie a key since Sophie lived closer than Chelsea’s brothers.
    Today was the first day Sophie opted to start collecting minute items that represented the final thread linking their friendship. She’d make sure Braxton and Liam were okay with the items she wanted to take. If Zach wanted to weigh in, that was fine too, but she wasn’t seeking him out for permission.
    Refusing to dive back into a Zach memory, Sophie turned back to the closet. There were shoes haphazardly thrown onto the floor, but it was the stack of black binders nestled in the corner that caught her attention.
    A part of Sophie felt like an intruder going through all of Chelsea’s things. The other part knew Chelsea wouldn’t mind one bit. The woman had been so carefree, letting nothing in life really disturb her. Besides, the two were as close as sisters and shared everything. Chelsea