Chapter 9

But it refused to leave him alone, thoughts of Caleb sneaking their way in. He’d be watching an episode of a soap opera or a talk show, and find his thoughts had drifted to Caleb and wondering what the man was doing at that precise moment. On the second day, he experienced a crippling anxiety attack, curling up on the floor and waiting it out.

He was still lying there when someone knocked on the door. The sound made Leo tense, screwing his eyes shut.

Go away. Leave me alone.

The knocking grew impatient, turning to banging. Leo’s wishing grew harder as he held himself tighter.

“Leo, please,” came Caleb’s plea. “Leo?”