Chapter Twenty-Eight
Tres was right. Zane could never hold on to anger for very long. It would grow inside him, and he’d tamp it down, shove it to the side, or shrug it off. Then, inevitably, something would set him off, and all the stored kindling inside him that he’d tried to ignore would go up in a blaze. But soon after the blaze went out he would be himself again, like a phoenix reborn.
The fight a couple nights ago had to have been that blaze. His anger couldn’t last much longer, if there was any left at all. That thought comforted me more than the fleeting pressure of his hand on my back. We were going to be okay. We were all going to be okay.
I’d been holding on to him longer than was acceptable for two people who had just broken up and were in the presence of the third man in th
