Want to know what happened next? The continuation is in the first comment 
But nobody could have imagined that every night at 9 PM, we were actually talking about a man who had died five years earlier.
A man whose side I had been by on the final night of his life.
A man whose death I had blamed myself for every single day for five years.
I could barely say his name.
“Mark…”
Susan’s eyes filled with tears.
Mark was her only son.
And my best friend.
Then Susan took my hand and said something that made everything inside me go cold.
“Jake, you’ve believed the wrong thing for five years. There’s something about the night Mark died that I never told you.”
I lifted my head.
“What?”
She opened her mouth to answer, but at that exact moment, the sound of a police car came from outside.
