Chapter 8
The other instructor waves him off and sets off for the ski lift. Spending his leisure time in a sport he enjoys, but a lone figure, nonetheless, now that his friends are happily paired off elsewhere. His time at the end of the day is for him alone, whether he likes it or not.
He doesn’t speak, but I’m suddenly very sure that he doesn’tlike it. I know him, even without seeing his face clearly. Don’t turn around! I’m panicking. I don’t want to see!
But he turns around, regardless, and I know those blue eyes so well: the careful smile, the serious mouth. He’s older, like the others, but Aaron is the same to me as ever. And on his own.