Chapter 9
Last night, after I’d slammed the phone down, ending my one-way conversation with Nathan, I jumped into my jeans, and stormed out the door, heading for the basement garage.
When I shot out atop my bike, into the quiet street, my mouth was filled with an acidic taste, and my heart thundered with every roar of the motor. I clutched the handles, zooming down Doctor Penfield Boulevard with the wind slapping my jacket and thighs. I reached René-Lévesque, checked for incoming traffic, and then gunned through the red light.
There was a fire burning deep inside my gut.
I kept hearing that crystalline laughter.
Bellboy my ass.
Nathan was f*****g around on me. Oh yes, he was. Hadn’t we agreed to honesty? I was emotionally castrated, butting my head against a barbed-wire fence, and he
