"Well Matt, she sounds wonderful. And I'm sure no matter where she is or what she's going through, she's happy."
Yeah. Where she is. At least nothing can hurt her anymore. Matt managed to smile a little at that thought.
"And she's got a great friend like you looking out for her. I can't imagine her life getting anything but better."
Matt's smile vanished, and he looked back at his shoes, trying to hide his face.
Even though she didn't know it, Cassidy pretty much said the worst thing she possibly could have in that situation. He didn't blame her, after all, she didn't know. But still, that sentence reminded him of all that had happened that fateful morning.
Sirens. Police cars. Her dad in handcuffs. The coroner's van.
Matt shook his head in an attempt to clear the images haunting his mind. Cassidy still stood in front of him, and he had no idea what to say. He tried to form words, but nothing seemed to fit together in his mind. He wanted to say something, he truly did, but he couldn't figure out how to do so without ruining the conversation. He decided to see if she would realize it on her own, and he could avoid telling her altogether. It wasn't a particularly good idea, but it was the only way he could think of to keep the conversation going. He sighed and finally spoke up.
"Maybe you know her. Her name's Angel White."