Chapter 13

Maybe I need to move, there are so many memories, happy and wonderful ones, in this space. There are bad ones, too, don’t forget. Like the night Dylan failed to come home after work and all your calls went to voicemail. I hated that night. He had me worried sick. You were still up when he stumbled through the door, almost midnight according to clock on the oven. He was plastered, three sheets to the wind. At least he got a ride. That was smart. You were still mad. You didn’t speak to him for two days. I wish I could take that one back.

Sometime around midnight while snacking on mini chocolate chip cookies, his thoughts began to shift. Dylan slowly began to lose his place as the central focus point and Caleb started filling the void. The cop. The man who took a special interest in him.