Chapter 72

Sasha was standing in the doorway in only his jeans, the top of his tattoos peeking above the waistline, but although he looked tired and as if he had been ready for bed, the TV was flickering behind him on mute.

“Zombie movie?” Nathan said with a crooked smile, sniffing back the remains of his tears as he accepted Sasha’s invitation and walked inside. “You can’t honestly be telling me you watch those cheesy horror films.”

“You mean you don’t?” Sasha said. He moved to sit on the bed and motioned for Nathan to join him. The light was off but the TV illuminated most of the room. It was an older model with a tiny screen that could fit on top of the dresser, flashing images of slow moving corpses in black and white. “It’s like our lives on camera.”