now,” I said, grabbing my keys.

We drove through the night mostly in silence.

Around 4 a.m., Ryan finally spoke.

“You still don’t completely trust me.”

It wasn’t a question.

“I’m trying to.”

He nodded quietly.

When Donald opened the door and saw me, his face fell immediately.

His apartment looked exactly the way I remembered it.

Messy. Loud television. Empty continue reading …