Epilogue
That night, I started awake, something or a sound pulling me out of my deep sleep. The moon was gone. The sky was black against our window. I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the darkness around our bed.
A few feet away, Esco sat on his mat, watching me. After a few seconds, I realized he wasn’t looking at me, but at something I couldn’t see.
Then I caught it. The scent of his expensive perfume.
David.
Slowly, I turned my head on the pillow. Nick slept with his hand tucked under his cheek.
Clad in his long black coat and smoking a cigarette, David stood above him, watching Nick with tender and gentle eyes.
I knew he was saying goodbye. That a door was being shut. That perhaps I’d opened it, but now it was time to pause our conversation. Yet like old friends meeting again, we’d
