Lara hadn't been looking for Will, not exactly. She'd gotten the text from Corry and gone for a walk. Maybe it was instinct that pulled her to where he was but it didn't matter. He was her friend, had been for most of her life, and as close as she was with Corry, as far as she and Will had drifted in recent years, she still hurt when he did.

She sat down next to him and handed him another bottle, sitting in silence. He'd talk when he was ready.