So I told him how I met the ghost of his brother. Stories of me meeting him rambled off my tongue. I realized the truth is what I needed to tell.
“So that night when you got drunk and called me Shamar. You freaked me out.”
“That night, I promise I saw him.”
“Dang. We are missing something here. There has to be a link here. He was one always with a plan.”
“Yeah. Your girlfriend told me you had a brother that died. She never said Shamar’s name. Wait, does Indigo know you are here?”
“Nope. We broke up.”
“I hope I had nothing to do with it.”
He chuckled. He explained she was his best friend. She knew he was bi or was at least attracted to guys. He was never interested in guys until he met me at the concert.
She had been threatening to tell his mother, who is very homophobic. His mother
