David and I parted on the street, near his home. My legs were sore from the long walk back from the warehouse and there was a hole where my stomach used to be. It was past dinner time, the sun already set.
“I’m still leaving with him for Vancouver,” David said, breaking the lasting silence that had been between us. “He’s my morning star. Have to have him by my side. You do understand that, right?” He looked at his house. The windows were lighted. What awaited him inside? His father’s Mercedes was parked in their paved driveway. “I have been digging my way under his skin for five years, Lucky. I’m not about to walk away from Nick now.”
There was nothing I could say or do. It wasn’t up to me. It wasn’t even up to David. In the end, it would be Nick’s choice and one of us would be devastate
