Chapter 4

Jim snatched the bottle from Nathan’s hand so fast that half of it spilled onto the floor. “We’re not kids anymore, Nathan!” he yelled. “You can’t just make everything better by taking all the burden on yourself! This is my life too. God...how long was I even gone?”

Nathan looked away.

“Nate? How long?”

“Two weeks,” Nathan said, staring at the carpet as if fascinated by its collection of unidentifiable stains. “Don’t know where in the fae lands they had you, so...no way to know how long it was for you.”

At first, Jim didn’t say anything, like maybe he thought he had heard Nathan wrong. “I don’t understand. I don’t...I don’t remember anything after the pizza place.”